Saturday, August 9, 2008

When a Bike is a Motorcycle

he told her he
was calling it a day
and she wished
him a pleasant eve.

"i took my bike into
work today," he offered.
"oh, you should get
a move on," she said,
suddenly concerned,
"because it's
raining in maryland."

and when a cloudburst
followed a few minutes later,
she pictured him
soaking wet on his mountain bike.

until she woke up
in a fit of giggles in the
middle of the night,
realizing that
by "bike" he meant

and she giggled
and giggled
and giggled
her way back
into her dreams.

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