#cyclists
Tires hum, backs are bent
clouds of words drift along:
cyclists skirting along the sea
They pedal and talk
but don't smell
what I smell
don't look like I look
They sweat out fragrances
repeat their fiddle-faddle in monologues
They feel important
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
it was warm and the wind was with me
but the rain on my bell dampened the ring
and you couldn't hear the smile on my face.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC