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On July 23, 2018, I posted a single-stanza poem on this blog. I have never written a poem and have never taken a class in poetry, just read poems by Walt Whitman, Dylan Thomas, and Emily Dickinson. I also read some of the poems here on WordPress. Anyway, this mini poem is about a woman I never spoke with, though I said good morning to her in our office’s bike room. All I got in return were smiles, and what a smile she had! She died when she was struck by a car while riding late at night on a street that was unsafe for bicycles. I never knew her name until after she died sometime in July of 2018.

I was sitting in a café when I saw her
This was not the first time–I had no idea it would be the last.
She was on her bike, sitting up straight!
Gliding through the plaza.

I gasped as she rode through the rushing crowd–effortlessly.
She was too graceful to fall.
Her hair was a lime green that day,
A different color from the last time.

The flowing filaments matched her round sunglasses. She was a beautiful
idea—personified!
I craned to follow her.
But she was gone.