Bicycle Man - Poem by Francis Santaquilani
He's always in front
Of me on his bicycle in traffic.
When we're bumper to bicycle wheel
I get a really good look at his back.
He pulls his wool cap
Down over his thick, long dreadlocks.
He looks like a man with an octopus
On his shoulders trying to swallow his
Head. Tentacles flying
Around, groping for more of his body to grab,
Bulbous head bouncing.
He always turns
A corner before I can get a good look
At his face. I need to see the face
Of a man who wears his hair like that.
I need to see where he works and
What he does, where he lives, who
He loves and who loves him.
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