Bike Rider

Speeding down the sidewalk
he rides and rides
on his shiny red bike,
down and back
back and down
round and round,
leaning into it,
while I sit and gaze
from my porch.

Leafy-limbed shade
cools my watching place,
sun goes pink
clouds go gold
leaves rustle,
and the rider
makes his circuit
one last time.


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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