The Bicyclist

Tree roots have pushed the sidewalk up to a rakish angle
Leaning (as if that helps in a power chair) I roll to the side
That is Not As Steep

It is then I see the bicyclist slowing down
Watching me from the Flat Street

Our eyes meet
He nods, bikes on

I dated him once long ago
Before wheelchairs before I looked at Crooked Sidewalks
I biked on the Oh So Flat Street too
We raced. I won.

He was a nice guy

Copyright 2008 Ruth Harrigan