in the dark, skateboarders
look like people
walking in the middle
of the street
until they glide and
become ghosts
loose clothes only aid
the illusion
everything that moves forward
billows backward
wanting most of all to
be where it’s been
my headlights creep
up on them
in the glow is
resurrection
but only for the moment
between when
the light hits them but
before the bumper
“…between when\the light hits them but
\before the bumper…”
Love this. Love the whole poem. Thank you.
Nice work. Perhaps more relevant than you knew:
http://www.buffalonews.com/city/police-courts/courts/article827920.ece
The trial’s ongoing.
I’m going to get in my car and look for skaters right now!
Really well written, full of zest humor and maybe some Creeley in there too! Marvelous!