I wish I were a bicycle messenger.
Oblivious to danger.
Pedaling furiously through town.
Navigating upstream between lanes of oncoming cars.
Then darting onto the sidewalk -
a right angle impulse -
to stop at a cafe
and enjoy an espresso with my bike messenger friends.
What would we talk about?
What issues would we debate?
Who among us is fastest?
A friend's most recent tattoo?
Or, just perhaps, our waning immortality?
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