bicycle. 
memory.
a dream of a ride 
in waves.
when the roar of the drive was silenced,
was it yesterday? already 
memorial.
sculpted.
pads and barnacles
and feathery handed feet.
notions,
circling. 

last night i dreamed
my new hand-me-down bike
was waiting 
by the door 
on mister's porch,
and i live hopefully
loving my hopeful old bike 
even more
faithful.