A New York Summer Bicycle Dream

Sticky, warm, sun doused summer morning
Standing outside a bagel shop just south of Houston
The city churns in all boroughs
But it’s quiet on this street

Coffee meets lips through a plastic lid intermediary
Tongue curls, back away from steam
Caffeine shaking sleepy synapses
And the day’s plans unfurl in imagination

My leg, wrapped in tight cuffed denim
Swings over the top tube of my single-speed steed
Slip my foot into the clips
And sweetly push the pedal

Rubber silently caresses avenue
Then WOOSH! Flying forth into the arterial fray
Denying the authority of brake lights
My pounding cadence hustles towards oblivion

Uptown, sidewinding skids through St. Mark’s
Survival is based on ultimate attention, meditation
Floating between yellow machines bent on destruction
The colors of human life are a blur on the sidewalk

Inhaling the thickness of the city
The rush of my own blood and breath
Flying in the beautiful madness
Sweaty jeans on a bike seat

Skff! Skff! Skff!
Cranks come to a stop
Skidmarks
Shake shack?

by ben h.

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