Expectation embraced him,
Ethereal forward movement knowing
His moment. The peloton glowed on the
Empty road, a heavenly glow.
A road; surfaceless; frictionless.
Exquisite athleticism.
Supernatural being in and on a bike
Human fragilities disappeared
Transcended into a new dimension
Arms aloft he trounced time itself.
Chris
Is there any end to your talents Chris/Poet Laureate manque