Look Out Angles Are All Around

I was on my bike, as I was apt to be

Moving along the Nyack trail

Mulling the past and wasting the present

Unaware of the beauty around

Limping along an elderly hunchbacked man appeared

” What a beautiful day it is today ” you know” he yelled

Stunning me out of my sleepy reverie,

Without response I continued my northward advance

He could have been an angel, I thought or a person who knew how to live

I turned back on the egress less route

Sure he would reappear

But he was no where to be found