by Stephani Cook
Winter Bike Lane: A Lovesong
Long emptied of your summer crowds
Still coated with wet leaves,
In coming weeks you’ll need a plow,
Your pothole ponds will freeze.
Fleece-hooded hipsters fear you,
They flee your cold caress.
But you, your slender avenue,
I will still possess.
For when the snow begins to fall,
My lips too chapped to lick.
Ample snowflakes on my tongue
Are my communion chips.
Despite the early sunset, and
Though it will surely pour,
This season, for your emptiness,
I only love you more.
This night, the others all have bussed
Just one bike on the road.
Endorphins from a quiet lust
That it is I alone.
For although in the winter months
The cold is much to bear.
Although my winter gear weighs tons
I’d hate it more to share.
Stephani Cook is a second-year FPAN student. To learn more about her, visit our Meet Our Writers page.