If you have a bike, get on it at night
and go to the top of the Brooklyn Hill.
When you reach the top
start smiling - this is Happy Valley Road.
Pedal at first, then let the road take you down
into the dark as black as underground
broken by circles of yellow lowered by the street lights.
As you come to each light
you will notice a figure
racing up behind.
Don't be scared
this is you creeping up on yourself.
As you pass under the light
you will sail past yourself into the night.
Jenny Borhholdt, Miss New Zealand: selected poems
(Wellington: Victoria University Press, 1997)
Because this poem has always made me smile!
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