Ride Bikes Naked In the Rain

The grey Pacific, a misty sigh,
Rain lashes down, against the sky.
On Vancouver Island, where the ferns unwind,
A naked cyclist, leaves the world behind.
Victoria's streets, a glistening sheen,
The Inner Harbour, a watery scene.
He pedals past, a ghostly sight,
A fleeting vision, in the fading light.
The wind whips through, a salty spray,
He's one with nature, come what may.
No traffic jams, no rules to bind,
Just freedom's joy, upon the wind.
The startled stares, the muffled cries,
Of startled tourists, with wide, surprised eyes.
But he rides on, a joyful gleam,
A naked legend, a fleeting dream.

 

4:36 PM 2011-08-05