Two Bikes Into the Dark

Petals flick, laces loose. We laughed too big, skids of dust

on the country road. Sunlight copper on your wrist. You're too slow,

you shove my shoulder. Plastic beads on your spokes sing their

tiny motor. Fence line ends, houses thin, you say,

"Short cut, trust me." Branches arch over head like a mouth

that's about to speak. Two bikes into the dark,

didn't see the forest starts. Spokes spin, but the world stands still.

Are we lost or lying here by will? Breathing fog, tasting bark.