Standing in Line Alone by Sarah Sloat

I stood flattening the grass
with my brown shoebottoms.

I shifted from left to right & back
as if I were pedaling.
Nothing changed in the landscape;

no dog nosed by, no one
arrived who might notice

I was a cyclist, a most secret cyclist –
wind in my hair, an unsung wind
that obfuscates movement.

I trundled forth, discreet in my target,
nodding at trees, mind on the track.

The world was suave & played along
until I hit a treacherous stretch
not far from the finish

& there was no fooling
when the handlebars flew
off in my hands

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