A Yellow Motorcycle

waits in a campus corner

Would we dare
to risk–
strap on leather and Go

where my pa and my ma
Cooler than I’ll ever know
crashed
lay under ural Cobra metal
on
the
train
tracks
he broke his leg, mama,
photographs
beautiful black curls
egg-beaten, dark-tire-eyes,
cigarette smoke
curling in the holes of the fence
she could hear
the
train
Crimson drops on silver steel
mama smiled
on the beach

by the Black Sea

a little boy in a white cap
looked in awe
at the ladybug, crawling up his arm

the motorcycle
Crushed papa, hot metal above

mama trapped
what flashes

mama by a swing
a boy’s bum sticking out
a twisting tire

Autumn in black & white