M i c h a e l  E s t a b r o o k

I’m wondering
If I were riding my bicycle
in the Tour de France, a little
ahead of the peloton
with a chance of winning a stage,
this stage, Stage 7 or 9 or 12,
and rounding a turn I came upon you
standing at the side of the road,
clapping and cheering the riders on,
so distracting in your peach-colored dress
or your pure white slacks and tight tank top,
would I be able to finish the race,
or even continue one more mile? No,
I don’t think so. I don’t think so.