Rosie.

The world is a bit better when I'm with Rosie.
Not just because of the breeze and speed
rather,

the driver who pulled in his side mirror for me
the pedestrian who smiled back

the buildings
that reflect the river's luster,
the currents' crevice,
the cloud's shadow
and the sun's radiance.

The world is a bit brighter when I'm with Rosie.
Not just for the need and pure ease
rather,

the thoughts that begin to fly sky high
and never seem to land as my cranks provide

the understanding that
the height of the buildings do carry
their outside
in
and their inside
out.

with Rosie, the world is roofless and floorless
thus limitless.
with Rosie, the world is weightless

and there are no walls that separate
the dark and the light
the public and the private
the wind and the rain
the contained and the unconfined

with Rosie, my outside is inside, and my inside is outside.