Low Rider To Infinity

thoughts on this bitter hour

from the depths i saw her face

beer spilled on teardrop tank,

froth edged hand,

hand  grasped can green

as leaves that wove imagination,

playful solitudes

led to the clench of hearts

now without heavens blue

as it paled,

bowing head shades in place

i understand why the violets lean,

now i depart

engine a cylinder cycle

of rushing over blacktop,

anger was faint,

as would be when you lose


clearer than blossoms depart

a sweet quiet eye

that i often kissed,

a rubber swerve and smear

a prod to concentrate,

your nearness to me wonderful

now i had remembered