DEIRDRE AND BEATRICE POEM

I saw you guys last Friday
on your last day of work
circa 6:15 as I walked out of Jewel toward the
David Leonardis Gallery.

You’re biking gracefully in full stride,
Beatrice, safe in her helmet, and
careening toward home.

I was going to say something stupid like
“Hey Deirdre” or something like that but
just decided to watch you two turn the corner and keep
pedaling so well where you must.

April 28, 2000

© 2003 Daniel X. O'Neil

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