He rode the fifty dollar bicycle down to the Jetty
Walked out on the rocks without locking it up
Ain't no one goin' to steal
A purple and yellow wobbly-tired piece of crap like that
He made his way out
Carefully climbing over
The boulders and concrete slabs
His eyes busy
Looking for footholds
Involuntarily he started counting
Crabs
Anemones
Mussels
Beer cans
Finally he reached the very end of the Jetty
And climbed up on the slab of concrete
That had been poured to support the warning light
He sat on the edge of the slab
And scanned the horizon
The slight breeze
The smell of the ocean
The warmth of the sun
Combined to make him smile
He decided
Then and there
That today was not
The day
And made his way carefully back down the Jetty
To the fifty dollar
Purple and yellow wobbly-tired piece of crap bicycle
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