The Language of the Scooterists

We Just Have More Fun

Tracy
O what a joy it is
wind in my face
bugs hitting my cheeks
cars zoom around, impatient
avoiding pot holes

and there i see
in the other lane
another scooterist,
just like me!

he beeps three times
and gives a smile
and between us
passes a friendship

though i know not his name
or where he is headed
we are friends
a part of an unspoken society

the society of scooters
patient and cheap

it makes me smile

until i get a bug in my teeth

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  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA7/18/2008

    Very nice again.

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