And Then You Find You Love

By Pam Burr Smith

And then you find you love
the man on the bicycle
not him exactly, but the sight of him
holding down the road.

Those fat tires on his bike do it,
and the earnest motion of his route.
How he pedals standing up
no hurry, no sweat, no Spandex
no athlete ideas,
just the measured up and down.

He looks straight ahead,
as though there’s something
he hopes to catch sight of.
A known place that waits for him.