Light flickers on the sun-bleached road,
the swish of wheels blends to a blur
of sound as the Tour de France
swooshes past in kaleidoscopic colour.
Stand too close and
stale sweat will overwhelm you.
Stand well back and the beauty of
athleticism, stoicism and endeavour
will assault your eyes.
Clickety-clack as bystanders clap
until their hands sting,
cheer until the hills ring
and the wheels whisper on and on
to Paris in triumph.
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