Like Riding A Bike

Flashing red, yellow, blue

The girl in the colored jacket

Hair splendid in the early morning sun.

Clinging to his back

They weaved. They wove.

I knew they were smiling.

Had they spent all night entwined?

Two beautiful creatures.

Too beautiful for this traffic.

I was a little green

A little blue.

But most of all,

And better than those.

I was hopeful.

That someday I too might like

To ride a bike.

(c) Slumpless

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