--Richard Rohrer
A ghost bike display slows me down for a sec
I think Forgive Me but I can’t bear to learn your name
hardly do I remember all the others
we used to spend all night laughing
on a couch at the end of this street
and in a dream there an alien in the kitchen
spoke to me and handed me a drink
I shake myself, the dream is over, a woman with blue lips
tries to smile walking by, earning a D
bright sunlight in November is a tonic
or something but I choose the side in the shade
and walk for miles and recognize a truck
from hours before, the guy in the cab and I lock eyes
but everything else, the whole world, is in turmoil
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