I catch up

We rent pale blue bicycles in St. Pete.

Thick and clumsy
with its weight, I lumber up Central Ave.
The wind feels cool on my face.

I stand on the pedals and
catch a glimpse of her long hair,
waving around a sharp turn.

I play the game of “I May Not See her Again,”
and pedal faster
to catch up.

I’m glad each time
I pull up beside her.

Anki Sinha