Ride Out

And so I said

to my friend of

a thousand years

Is this fade-out?

"See you at mid-day

this Monday"

the young man

had said

over the telephone.

"Remember,"

he had said

beauty can be a trap"

I now laughed,

remembering the

summer days of

hill parks and hill starts

as he taught me how to drive.

In the hills we rested as

the white froth of

the waterfall

tumbled….

I remembered us

bicycling to Kings Park

He taught me how to handle

hand brakes and gears

I remember

many bicycle tracks

He came to me in his car

His face

was screened

by the window

My toes were on the only

dry patch in the wet

My feet criss-crossed

I looked up at his face

and our hearts

through the glass

crossed and  un-crossed

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