Red light

I give way at red lights

But I don’t have time to wait,

To get cold,

And all the while in clear and present danger.

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Those who don’t dress cool

And venture out on a bike can’t know this,

This feeling of energy,

Immortality,

Power.

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This morning,

Mid morning,

In Newington Causeway, crossing Borough Road, towards the hospital,

I’d crossed three lanes of traffic,

And a pedestrian stepped out on the other side.

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She saw me, and jumped back,

But I’d already pulled up.

She didn’t see me, but a cyclist,

But she read me.

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I’d turned side on

To present a bigger target

To hold off any tide of traffic.

They could still squash her,

But they’d need to squash me first.

She got this,

And smiled

As she scampered across.