The Mission

I slice through the thin night air unimpeded

My shifting shadow lies

A thousand tiny lights slide around

The metal of my bicycle.

I suppose it’s a bit surreal

For the drivers to see me in their headlights

Racing on in the night

With two bags of groceries.

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