The Rider

A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn't catch up to him,
the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King William Street
is if it translates to bicycles.
A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.

Auteur: Naomi Shihab Nye

<b>The Rider</b><br /><br />A boy told me<br />if he roller-skated fast enough<br />his loneliness couldn't catch up to him,<br />the best reason I ever heard <br />for trying to be a champion.<br />What I wonder tonight<br />pedaling hard down King William Street<br />is if it translates to bicycles.<br />A victory! To leave your loneliness<br />panting behind you on some street corner<br />while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,<br />pink petals that have never felt loneliness,<br />no matter how slowly they fell. - Naomi Shihab Nye


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