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1 min readAug 2, 2018
Three-Wheeled Bicycle
Three-Wheeled Bicycle
In my dream yesterday
I rode my world to you
on a seat of a three-wheeled bicycle
in procession behind others.
Our road stood empty
on a divided highway
three-lanes in each direction.
like blood types separating us both.
I biked umpteen miles
only to realize I am headed
in that wrong direction,
as I turned around to see
another car on that barren freeway
was a polite policeman
who tried not to stop me.
I arrived at your place
amidst our summer
beside that corner gas station
where all three of us made wild love
and you rubbed that ache
on my calf beside my heart
where you no longer lived
in yesterday’s dream.
