Old man on a red bicycle
Mustard yellow seat, wicker basket on the front,
stands staring at the sea
his gloved hands mindlessly fidgeting with the brakes
He watches a gull sail over,
as the wind tugs gently at his hat
a back brake light flickers.
He pulls up his paper mask
and slowly rides off
back into the Borough
So long, old timer.
Thanks for sharing this moment with me