A strange phenomenon in our neighborhood--either one man or several riding bikes in neon green t-shirts. I won't explain. Jan's wonderful response to my query follows:
There he goes again, riding past my house,
The fat guy in a neon green shirt
Perilously perched aloft an old-fashioned kid’s bicycle.
‘Round and around he goes,
By morning and by evening,
When it’s cool enough and the spirit beckons.
He nods and gives me a fleeting wave,
Then grabs his handlebar to avert careening off route
And losing his cool posture, his Buddha-like contentment.
Linda has seen him, too,
But she also has seen his double and his triple,
And she thinks they might be a gang, a club, riding separately.
Although it would be nice for the fat guys
In neon green shirts on bicycles to belong to a club of lookalikes,
I prefer to think it’s just the one fat guy with the fleeting wave, doing his thing.
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