Ode: Lake Arlington Larry

Here’s to a gentle man
Walking counterclockwise
In the bike lanes
Around Lake Arlington
Smiling like a child

Here’s to a gentle man
An earth-conscious soul
And repeat recycler
Digging through trash cans
For plastic gold

Here’s to a gentle man
Humming a tune
No one else hears
While mothers stretch
Their legs in yoga pants

Here’s to a gentle man
A shirtless student
Of suburban Zen
Timing his laps
With an ancient stopwatch

Here’s to a gentle man
Who calls himself Larry
Waving at strangers
On different paths
To the same destiny