A
Good Set of Bicycle Lights
Strap white to the handle bar
red to the seat post
of
your worrisome bicycle
a fixed gear nightmare, these
nighttime
streets lay in wait while I lay waiting to be pierced
by
the call that never comes
with
any luck.
Old light from distant
stars
at
the edge of my
galaxy
of fear
arrives as pinpricks of reminder
your
new orbit free
of my nettlesome gravity.
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