A holiday afternoon bliss curled the Capitol
Cars hummed by, pedestrians shuffled across Rideau
The sun shone luxurious
Even the spires had color to in their tips
Past lunchtime by now
Sound and sight offered respite
The biker halted with the light
Lost in thought he waited
Body spilling over frame
Feet grounding his coiffed manner
It was him, an old friend
Swearing he crossed my mind moments before I approached
Pleasantries exchanged all seemed to pause
Tone almost awkward, speechless we became
He seemed beaten by the spirit yet showered
Defeated by something
Guilty in a longshoreman’s way
As if too many words had been said
And now he had to deal with permanence
Mercifully that light did change
He went his way, and I mine
Amusingly significant I thought, chuckling
With a blissful snap the hour returned
The creatures metallic and organic ticked once more
He must have moved back in with her.
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