her new bike

her bike.
pink and small.
ribbons coming out
of the handle bars,
a white basket
in the front
for flowers, for a
baguette and bottle
of wine, or dog,
is perfect for her.
she's in no hurry,
she wears no biking
costume,
she's not taking her
pulse or blood pressure,
she's not plugged in,
or looking at her
watch, she's just
rolling along,
taking it all in stride,
going for a ride,
perhaps once around the lake,
she's coming to see you,
once again.