Looking out the window, 
     he sees cyclists go by.
          It will be a couple more 
weeks before he can 
     climb on his bike. He 
          wistfully would like 
to be those two riding 
     by, but then he sees 
          how one isn’t in the 
right posture or the 
     correct gear and he 
          loses interest. Then 
he sees a blur in 
     lycra fly by, cut-
          ting smoothly through 
the wind and he sits 
     in admiration and 
          winces with jealousy.