I was sitting on the corner
of 3rd Ave and Wyckoff.
Already thinking slightly of you
and then
all of a sudden
you whizz by.
You, in your lighting--yellow--bolt- jacket
and tall tall bike
stretching so high---
your helmet catches clouds
like a net in the sky.
I called out your name---
but you were riding too fast,
my shout,
just a blur
in the noisy street life.
You rode away
and I was left
with piercing in my eyes...
as if I had tried
to stare at the sun.
to stare at the sun.
Like most things
if we look too long- - ---
we become blind.
I cannot hold on to time whizzing by.
Instead
I keep my gaze
on what is here.
the kids jumping rope on the corner
the leaves whistling in the wind
I feel my feet touch the ground
as more bikes and memories fly by.
but I miss your tender heart!
Oh I miss your tender heart!
I will cry out my grief
let if flow from my eyes...
and watch
as it too
passes by.
