Saturday, August 8, 2020

Bus be packed up tight

Ode to you golden bike rider

So special, so clean

I admire your physical attributes 

And wonder what your gifts must be like

The prowess as you knife thru the shared path

So stealthy and pure like crystal diamonds 

The crispness of your uniform

Like tapestry in motion

I behold the beauty and statement made

That we are mere mortals

Thankful for the crumbs

Which fall at our lowly feet

Ride free passionate knight

We delight in the knowledge

That you are out there

Shining as a beacon of athleticism 

A million times bowing 

A million times bowing

So special, so clean

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