Two Bicycles at Night

There was freedom in that night
riding our bicycles out
through the dark
(no lights)
like the wind
careening around corners
fast and fresh as could be
past sleeping houses
their windows dark, agape
with only the stars and
near-full moon overhead
as our witnesses.

You taught me to breathe
as we played at youth
anonymity cloaking our folly,
our age.

through all the tomorrows flowing
from that night
threads a seam of mirth
a twinkle of mischief
of you.






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