National Poetry Month Day 25: 2003, New Hope, PA

Ride one bike

And steer a second

Lost the owner

Or have yet to find them

A warm, reverberant echo
Louder with each crooked start
You can't find the source

Before it's caught by a crooked heart
With you they want to ride

Setting their spare bike aside
Chained to the last stop
On their free guided tour
Of riverside cafes and local lore
But before you give them their free
You shiver, looking down
"The wind in April, the whiskey in whiskey"
Make another crooked start
Find your guest bike all the while
Is where they chained their own

So you head home
For pliers and a file