Bike Messenger on Lexington Avenue, by Jerry Ratch
Comes to rest
taking a moment
in the falling rain
Slowly massaging the
veins at the top
of his bald head
Cracking his neck
while the yellow cabs start
honking behind him
Unwilling to move
from this spot
Unwilling to move
He looks like he’s
having a Zen attack
or else resetting his inner
child