I passed her once and noticed the
beauty of her hair swinging on every stride.
I passed her again, noticing her lithe legs,
her even rhythm, that she was engrossed
in whatever her headphones were telling her.
She wouldn't notice that I kept appearing in
front and behind her.
I rode ahead and pulled out my camera,
head down, staring at the screen, waiting
for her to pass so I could capture that
beautiful swing of her ponytail.