My Daily Hero

His helmet bears a row of short spikes menacing from front to back, right down the middle.

Released from his domicile every evening after supper, he rides. Always on the sidewalk. Someone must tell him to stay there, place parameters of safety on his pedal-pushed freedom. Nevertheless, eyes straight ahead, he goes.

I wonder where he imagines himself. Off into the Jurassic jungle. Rushing to a clash of Vikings. Destined to an encounter with Dragons. Is he always flying solo? Or does his wheeled escape speed him into the company of other valiant protectors of decency?

I hope he has no idea that this old woman, nor any other, watches. Known gazes tether, pull such a child off course into response. I want for him to answer only to himself, to make impeccable use of the discharge granted him each evening after supper on his brisk steed, in his clean clothes, his ferocious helmet.

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4 thoughts on “My Daily Hero

  1. This is a fun one. Have you been over to the skate park at the corner of Union and Pikes Peak? You’ll find a whole flock of these wheeled dare devils. Their seriousness and concentration is palpable.

    On another note, I have a book that I think you would like. It is Wiild Comfort, the Solace of Nature by Kathleen Dean Moore. I can leave it on your front porch if you’d like to read it or have it in the pipeline to read.

    Love, Ann

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