The still-dark morning
tempts my sleepy eyes to close.
Just five more minutes…

Here at the ballpark,
cracked commemorative bricks
crumble underfoot.

Late on a Sunday,
the neighborhood bakery
chucks its stale sweetbreads.

You recommended
this particular cupcake.
It is delicious.

The weight of the bags
creates a twinge in my neck.
How many more blocks?

Notice my orange
jacket atop my torso.
It is hard to miss.

There are no cars here?
So…how do we get around?
Galloping horses?!?

Your buildings contain
centuries of history.
My buildings, decades.

When you rent a bike,
do not expect perfection.
Still, enjoy the ride.