Poem: Girl on the Bicycle

The girl on the bicycle
Screams into her smartphone
Riding by
Hair flowing
Pink flip-flops
Neon top covers the bikini
Big sunglasses hiding
The anger in her eyes
But the voice betrays the rage
And he’s being an asshole
Furious conversation
Going down the gritty street
The bike chain squeaks and whines
One hand on handlebars
Cigarette between fingers
While I hear obscenities
As they echo and fade down the street
Drowned by passing traffic

©2013 James Takeo

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