Other Pastimes - Contents
- What I have learned riding my bicycle
- Bikus
- To Alymer Marina
- Coffee Break
- 30 May 2006
- No More Drives Through
Bikus -- that is to say, haikus composed while riding my bike
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In May 2. Any puddleor ditch is home for a duck
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To Alymer Marina
It is so pleasant
pleasant indeed
to ride the bike path
to Alymer Marina.
Piles of clam shells
left by racoons
on the beach
in the shade
Rapids.
The soft curves
of young ladies' chests
through open shirts
as they
ride towards town.
On the terasse
Corona umbrellas
the band starts
to play
and salad and
the river
sails
and calamari.
Pleasant, so
pleasant, indeed.
Coffee Break
In the college
cafeteria
two people talk:
His paper coffee cup
in front
he stretches back
in the fixed chair
attached to the fixed table
on the ceramic floor.
On the other side
of the little table
she doesn't have a coffee
but leans forward,
hands clasped in front
so he can
look down her shirt.
2.
At the side
a young woman,
small, compact,
sits cross-leged
on the long bench
and smiles down under
her head scarf:
purple and brown and
hints of gold.
Her young man is lanky,
with thin black beard
running along his jaw line.
He lies on the
bench, his head in
her lap, almost,
looking up at her face.
With his fingers he
gestures, and she plays
at catching them,
kitten-like,
as he talks.
30 May 2006
Everything is different
yet somehow it is the same.
Walking, the streets,
the stores in the evening.
Dinner, the hand, shoulder, the lips.
We are different
but yet we are the same.