In one of those miracles of the meteorological kind
Night is warmer than day
My feet disregard the socks
On the other side of the world
Through the stargate known as television
Men in lycra peddle the Tour de France
If I step into the wormhole of time
I too could be cycling in Normandy
I could storm them on the beaches
As long as I don’t wear socks
Copyright July 2015