Among Portland messengers there is a convention of leaving items on one another’s locked up bikes.
Usually it is something like a piece of chocolate pilfered from a receptionist’s candy dish and left a buddy’s bike saddle, or flowers left on the handlebars. Sometimes its a race announcement or a party invite. When I feel like spreading the love, I’ll leave a tea bag or Emer’gen-c (Super Energy Booster) packet underneath the u-lock.
But my little beverage routine was upstaged last week. I found this beautiful poem from Ayla tucked beneath my u-lock.
Damn
Your bike is
BRIGHT
Orange, like the sun
That has gone down
For the next 8 months
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