08-07-2020, 09:03 AM
Handicap
Beneath a gusty tumbled sky
that seemed about to storm that day
I passed a black man biking.
Strong, tough and roughly shaved
he pedaled wearing shorts
a mini-microphone with earbuds
and a purple windbreaker
that spinnaker-ballooned out monstrously
deep around him.
Drag-chuted that way
struggle though he might
he never caught up–
great strength self-impeded
by a jacket he had donned
in fear of rain that wasn’t falling
and never did.
Beneath a gusty tumbled sky
that seemed about to storm that day
I passed a black man biking.
Strong, tough and roughly shaved
he pedaled wearing shorts
a mini-microphone with earbuds
and a purple windbreaker
that spinnaker-ballooned out monstrously
deep around him.
Drag-chuted that way
struggle though he might
he never caught up–
great strength self-impeded
by a jacket he had donned
in fear of rain that wasn’t falling
and never did.
