Hmmm...

[MystyrMystyry]

For as long as I remember
Every few years I see
An ancient Chinese geezer
Riding on his red dragster bicycle
He was old when I was a kid
But no older when I saw him today
Crossing the busy road
On a red dragster bicyle
He was in the South Island
Riding through the forest
And then on the North Island
Near the University
He was in Sydney last I was there
Cruising past the MacQuarie Hotel in the rain
In Hobart I saw him under the shady trees
Now on a busy highway in Melbourne

Always on his red dragster bicycle


Always smiling like he's found the answer

[tailor STATELY]

Fun read.

Images of an enigmatic and ageless Chinese philosopher stalking you in NZ and the land of the Laughing Kookaburra. I see the red dragster bicycle as a symbol of the dragon... best not be caught unawares at midnight on Halloween!

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[MystyrMystyry]

Thanks Tailor. I think it's more a symbol of how he gets around. On the day I wrote this I thought about how his appearance has always occupied me for a few days, and then only once he's completely gone from memory does he reappear.

Maybe this poem will jinx the sightings, but I'll probably forget about this before long...