he yells to me,
as I speed by on my bike,
head down
in the wind,
hands gripping
the bar
as I make the wide turn,
pedaling hard
for the hill i'm about
to climb.
he yells to me,
this old man in a fedora,
enjoy your life, then
repeats it again,
stopping to see if I look
back.
I nod, he nods,
he adjusts his hat,
plants his cane
into the gravel and moves
forward,
so do i.
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