dalliance

3, count them, THREE donuts in the gullet.

drowned down with a 20oz cup of 99cent 'hazelnut' coffee.


sometimes, you've just got to indulge.

- - -

it's fine
to be remind-ed, that when looking up
and around

rewards do abound.

12-year bike urchin,
pedalin' old-school beater
across the street,
our eyes meet,

and with a nod, the race is on.


I'm spandex clad,
he's deep in bag-gy
jeans and backwards cap.

He kicks hard, ducking leafy branch
as I hop, over curb, skiddering loose sand.

The smile, wide and silly
doesn't stop, even if hilly,

as we sprint past the parked,
the stalled, the unknowing, unmoving masses.

the kid is wild,
the adult reckless,
with mad dashes, grinning flashes
of fresh earth tossed high by hungry tread
hoping that it will never end.

but paths must part,
he to his books and me to my job,
so we call this day's race
"peace"
and one well-earned draw.