Riding R9ound

Riding round the Park

Tired and dumb, no numb

Of riding around this circle of park

Passing slow bikes cursing red lights

Cars do hassle, and walkers without eyes

Vex the speed down the rise

The sweeping turns could be fun

But there is always someone

Right where I need to go not breaking.

Too early it’s dark, or the frenzied pack

Of racing fools think it means something.

After that a leisurely spin dodging

Unkempt commuters, on wheels of sorts

I’ll wait till lunch and catch the buggies.

Then feel the pull to get out of park

Blast the runners, strollers, watchers, and roller

Bladers. The cloud seekers, and ladies with sneakers.

It looms better than it is, the joy is leaving.

Yet, you see the same people over again.

Riding round the park.


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