As much as the bicycle tried to fit in, it couldn’t.
We all knew.
People who walked past slowed and
stared before resuming their normal hurried pace.
Other cycles tried their best
to get close, perhaps hoping that radiant color would rub off. I think they wanted
to be as happy as that bike.
I stepped nearer to see if I could
learn the bike’s secret.
It hummed quietly to itself.
A sharp breeze caught the autumn
leaves tucked in its handlebars.
That didn’t seem to matter to the
bike since it just kept humming.
It’d been somewhere we’d all like
to ride on the last fine days of Indian summer.
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