Crimson and Me
I rode my new bike called Crimson
down the Southern route
of the Urban Trail.
I soon met a squad car inching toward me;
two of its wheels on the path
and two on the grass.
The officer flinched his finger and thumb
directly at me with a smile.
I just stared at him in passing,
confused like a dog
sorting out a strange animal
for the first time.
As I carried on I pondered
changing into my red cape
and saving the day
by single-handedly
apprehending the villain
who lurked somewhere in the brush.
july two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
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Very very nice… I also want to be a superhero.
haha, yes, but i think you already are, my friend 🙂
Be careful your cape does not get caught in your spokes.
Haha – I don’t think this one ends well!