A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast
enough
his loneliness couldn’t catch
up to him,
the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King
William Street
is if it translates to
bicycles.
A victory! To leave your
loneliness
panting behind you on some
street corner
while you float free into a
cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never
felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they
fell.