Robert Salzman’s “First Bike Ride: Flat World”
Bensonhurst boy on his bike

Riding out of his world

Counting the diminishing numbered streets

Eyes running up and down

Passing stoops and walks

Wondering do I know them

They me

Thrill of distance

Of vanishing memories

Off a tether followed by

Fear of dropping off
The flat world.



RBS

3/13/02