Spin Class

The old woman behind me

in Sunday morning spin class

has dozens of gold

bracelets jingling

from her delicate elbows

to her relaxed wrists

which she’s showing off

to the young woman

on the spin bike next to her.

She is half the size

of my right thigh,

not one bit on pace

with the class

reading the newspaper

while pedaling slowly.

The rest of us are

grinding away at our energy;

she just keeps on pedaling.

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