ninety-two; Ewa, Bike

She’s wanted in her mother country of Poland for,
“Playing and dancing the streets, much like a child.”
Secretive, she only says what is asked of her;
She is in America to do some reading, she’s here indefinitely and if we are going to talk, it can only be about bikes.
She tells me about Polish critical mass, about laying down Astroturf and kiddy-pools in the middle of intersections,
She speaks of the ridiculous lengths the government went to in order to cover up a DIY bike lane painted by renegade cyclists.
She tells me all this and nothing more.