Tag Archives: Bicycle
Gen Xers
Nice boy
Back in school, we’d ride bikes
Just not together
Parallel lines, at the same time
One of us too, too shy
Lone wolves, we
Both damn quick
With pencil and paper, too
Hearts raced, true love confessed
Notes never delivered
Our legs unable to take the leap
Fast-forward decades later
And analog becomes digital
I knew not your name until now:
Fragile
Pink
You’ll take away my grey hair, you will. Magically. Replace each one with the perfect shade of pink champagne. And I’ll be sixty like that. And smiling big from our gentle conversations.
You’ll have my willing green eyes, you will. Automatically. Value simple bike rides without analyzing the weather. And the air in your wings. And so what when the rain pelts your seasoned skin?
You’ll battle my worst tendencies, you will. Tragically. Celebrate the good and bad of them. And together, we’ll love the humble. And Conqueror will be your second middle name.
“like a bee”
Break these bones
Try
Break them again
I’ll meet you where you found me
At the mat
Off the ropes
On my feet
June 26, 2016: A Haiku
Over. Round and round
I’ll pedal. I’ll not forget.
I’ll fall from That bike.
Untold
All the invisible damage
Allowed
Can’t I too be broken and bruised
Cut and lying
About a beautiful bicycle crash