recognize
Bicycle riders
are members of their own tribe.
Passing on your left.
Training or riding in groups is a careful balance of feeling close,
but maintaining distance.
We call out in our secret language to tell the others
when we are broken or together;
slowing and turning.
Glass, glass, glass, glass.
Tracks, tracks, tracks, tracks.
Will you recognize me when I’m not in my helmet and padded pants?
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and bike-ridin’-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you race off into the sunset, email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those summer-cycling-syllables for all eternity.
