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