By J.J. Tindall
Stingray
When I was a kid,
gloved in hubris,
cocooned by family,
I craved a stingray.
My simple, sturdy, standard
Schwinn paled
agin the gleam
and gloss of the more
stylish roadster.
Banana seat, extended
back-brace, high handlebars.
Well: I got the high handlebars.
Posted on December 5, 2011