on the corner

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.

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.