Wednesday, March 27, 2024

passing on your left

you have
to go slow on the bike path
when riding.
they can't hear
you.
the ear buds are in their
ears,
the earphones are
strapped across
their heads.
there are strollers
and dogs,
small children running
back and forth.
there is no right or left
on the path,
just a stream
of people,
meandering like fish.
ringing your bell is
useless, shouting, 'on your
left', goes unheard.
no one seems to care.
it's anarchy
out there.
better wait until
the sun sets.

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