their paths crossed but for a brief moment,
early morning sun
coffee, bagel, then
one sped away, other business to attend.
the other lingered,
conversation, debate,
different paths, different pace,
common means.
Yes, the one is mine; the other belonging to a member of the
I can see a Route 66 sticker on the fender of the commuter, and it looks like an "outer banks" one on the top tube. That bike must get around!
ReplyDeleteGood spot, Tracy. That Route 66 sticker is partly why I took the photo from that angle. I got a kick out of the irony - Route 66, the automobile Mother Road, by bike.
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