March 18, 2014

Ghost Bike

We rode out to the place
where you went down,
marked now 
by the white bike 
under a red stop sign.
Flower jars thirst, 
empty in the wind. 
I'm not sure just
what we had in mind.

Trucks still speed by
in the night
when the moon is full.
Your ghost bike
will rest here,
on this distant hill.


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