The reflection I see glances my way.
I think he’s the same guy I saw yesterday.
He usually bikes past at this time, around 10:32.
Today he’s riding that dinky little zoom zoom.
But I’m sure that’s him, he usually passes this way.
He’s different from the boyish man on that August day.
He looked like a Golden Retriever that lost his way.
But his December self looks wiser and tired too.
The reflection I see.
He used to bike past in just a polo on those September days.
Now he’s bundled up and hasn’t shaved since Monday.
I can’t tell if he looks older or not, but lonely to be true.
The reflection I see.
The reflected man makes eye contact almost every day.
He usually smiles, but he had a glazed look today.
It looks like he found out something we already knew.
The reflection I see.
As the black-haired cloud rushes by as they may
The lone biker pedals by and glances my way.
Then I realize the reflection is someone I hardly knew.
The reflection of me.
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