I took the handlebars
and swung a leg over
those fat yellow football tires,
and was off with the push of a pedal.

As the one in front swung on pointe,
the one in back wobbled,
its zesty belly leaving
an astringent trail on the cobbles.

I rode the tart bronco
past shops and fruitstands,
my head bobbing
in involuntary greeting.

Passing travelers
on limebikes,
their faces also green
from sealike tossing.

Destination reached,
I chained it up,
squeezed and dripping juice,
somewhat soured on it all.