She was standing at the traffic lights with her bicycle.
Leaning one hand against the black-and-white striped traffic light pole
she was balancing, feet on pedals, trying her best not to touch the ground.
He watched her and couldn't help thinking about the man
who tried to fly by letting himself fall and then forget to touch the ground.
The twinkle in her eyes told him that she had a secret
that she wasn't willing to share with the world just yet.
The light changed to green.
In an effort to get going from her standstill
she lost the black ballerina shoe on her right foot.
Smiling broadly she waited by the roadside, leaning on her bicycle
and with her naked right foot on her left knee.
When the oncoming traffic had stopped rushing by
she picked up her shoe from the street.
Her hand found support on the saddle as she covered her foot again.
As she slid her pretty behind onto the saddle she saw him standing there
and gave him a wink and a smile to match.
Feeling better than before he continued on his way.
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