he arrives on a purple bicycle
because he’s playful like that
but he’s wearing elegance
-------white pants -------blue shirt
looks at you with piercing dart-like eyes
and you get on your bike and follow
through gentle rolling hills
sometimes slowing to catch the beauty
sometimes speeding down a slope letting the wind
stream tears from your eyes
and then he stops and lays a blanket on the grass
and he tells of the dance of life
as if that’s all there is to living
but his brilliance and quick words
-------convince
and you eye the slow turning wheel of
the purple bicycle lying on the grass
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