The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

I almost caught up to you
on a bike
on the way home last night

you must not have been trying
you were far ahead
i didn't recognize you

until you were
already
           crossing
                       main

i was expecting
a little more ginger
on the back of your head

but the bicycle and
yellow jacket  matched
what i expected from you

i had been sitting at main
       thanking the gods of
 science and industry
           for the creation of spandex

i asked someone a question
but forgot the answer