Unicycle
He was pedaling in my direction,
His feet never losing control.
His age? 9 or 10 I am guessing,
But his confidence lit up his soul.
We locked eyes for the briefest of seconds.
I was grinning and though he held back,
I could tell that the hint of a smile
Was just busting to peek out a crack.
For he had to know that he was special –
You don’t see unicycles each day –
But the streets of New York do encourage
Every talent one has to display.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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