BIG GRAY BIKE by Kalvin M. Madsen

I remember your big gray bike

with the breaks at the hands.

I took it once, and walked it up

Victoria Point.

Passing our neighbors, over the bumps,

beside the plaster cliff face

we all loved to climb.

I went half way up, just to test

how well I can ride a bike so big.

I started down the hill,

damn these new breaks,

if only I could pedal backward

and stop myself that way.

But I blew right by, past the

Neighbor’s & plaster cliff

And right into a thorn bush,

I thought I‘d never hit.

But it filled my vision, still does today,

And I wish I could tell you this story,

Hudson, because it was your bike,

And I miss you.