I attend a gallery reception in gritty Highland Park
Aztec and Black warm-skinned art
Forty or so sinewy night cyclists flash mob the buffet,
cast-off military uniforms
mixing with detached bearded gazers.
Cyclists have a side car sound system blaring techno.
I bite into a fresh fresh fresh slice of succulent melon,
little pinky appropriately aloft.
Pinky twitches to the techno and I am happy.
steve
November 15, 2012 at 9:44 am
Very brave of you to attend!! Was it a cyclist gang?
Ellen Bowers
November 15, 2012 at 11:12 am
Not a gang. Just a large bunch of serious cyclists for fitness, ecology, savings on gas, etc. They’re a wholesome bunch. There’s just a LOT of them!