On Ashland, just about
To cross Wilson, some time
Between midnight and one:
You came careening
Up the street, spokes
Throwing crazy shadows.
It looked as through you
Had crashed, headfirst
Into a rose bush, then
Pedaled on, wild-eyed.
Flowers sprang from around
Your head, every angle
And compass point.
You took the turn wide --
And as you passed, asked
Me how I was doing.
To cross Wilson, some time
Between midnight and one:
You came careening
Up the street, spokes
Throwing crazy shadows.
It looked as through you
Had crashed, headfirst
Into a rose bush, then
Pedaled on, wild-eyed.
Flowers sprang from around
Your head, every angle
And compass point.
You took the turn wide --
And as you passed, asked
Me how I was doing.