The pedals were just far
Enough away to be uncomfortable,
And the handles on the bars
Too narrow for these clumsy thumbs.
The light had died, and the dark streets
Were almost silent but for the wheels.
I heard the music first, the tinny
Burst of sound from a parked car.
The interior was dark, and as I turned
To look behind, I caught a glimpse
Of the lovers embracing.
Enough away to be uncomfortable,
And the handles on the bars
Too narrow for these clumsy thumbs.
The light had died, and the dark streets
Were almost silent but for the wheels.
I heard the music first, the tinny
Burst of sound from a parked car.
The interior was dark, and as I turned
To look behind, I caught a glimpse
Of the lovers embracing.