Urban cyclist 

Eyes forward, glances sidewards-

glistening, gaping asphalt ahead.

The rolling rumble of mass with

a warning blanket of shadow

then push of air.

Exhaust and earth mix with

bitter sweet smells of

cigarette, cannabis and vaping tobacco.

Cycling brethren flock, then disperse

in our solitary worlds of flight.

Touch

I wander through a summer’s afternoon 

With occasional caress of sapling leaf, and stem.

I notice the latticed intricacies of a tree

and with unexpected compulsion approach 

so my fingers can feel the grooves and ridges. 

Alive with awakened sensation  

I indulge neglected memories.

But a jarring moment later,

two shirtless adolescents cruise by

their bikes rattling beneath sinuous frames.

Under their suspicious gaze,

I watch like a criminal caught.