Boys On Bikes

Get on was all he said.

It was all he had to say.

That was just before the fall of Rome.

We are no longer boys.

I have been riding you and your bike all these years.

It all gives way to measureless content when the moon is down.

We parked the bike under a eucalyptus tree and ran in our boots to that washed smooth place where the waves feed upon themselves.

Slept that night in the sand.

You had Jack Daniels.

The moon was down.

The moon was down.