poetry by j matthew waters

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
all rights reserved

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4 thoughts on “Crimson and Me

  1. Very very nice… I also want to be a superhero.

  2. Be careful your cape does not get caught in your spokes.

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