Rhonda came riding riding
speeding down the cycle path
flying by the crashing waves
dampened by the salt sea spray
with drifts of wind blown sand

she peddled all the way up the hill
then coasted crazily down again
dodging hunky surfer guys
and fit fems on power walks
dogs madly chasing frisbies

indulging her preferred coastal life
with the vital zest she had for life
her room was small but ample
speedy cycling her real passion
sunshine with screeching gulls

who could want for more
although immortally poor
she had her health and zest
for her this life was the best
anything less a compromise

but once enfolded in her room
her mind would quiet then zoom
calm would seep joy would creep
both speeds fed her daydreams
fast and furious or slow and quiet

contemplation was her occupation
yet didn’t pay a wage so leading
others meditations kept her sharp
community minded
injustices blinded

she tried her utmost to help others
but outcast by her different stance
her life choices sincerely enhanced
refused to act her chronological age
flexible of mind and body her wealth

dVerse, Amaya, movement … sorry missed Mr Linky but wanted to write one!