pack rat back pack snail shell house on a bicycle somewhere between street light and day light finds his way through chilled morning still familiar to him is this cobblestone grey fog brackish harbor breath ghost town the bike a gift from Lia who died by mistake just a thought for the duration of bicycle transit wet before sunrise still pack rat back pack snail shell house in this way he carried Lia around with him on a bicycle rattling across cobblestones
All Poems © by Egil Dennerline, 2004