​Riding bikes in Florida
my father and I
made buzzard jokes.




On his bicycle
only two things matter: wind,
and his father's ghost




Snow sweeps
the bike shop. Tyger trues
a good wheel.




Ride ahead of me,
flannel and blue jean'd
ghost!




Winter spider web
in bicycle spokes, mold
on leather saddle.​




Another friend dies--
I ride my bike down hill
no hands




Intermittent
elderberry stains on
white bicycle tires




Cold damp spring;
no riding for days.
Mold on the saddle.

©Daniel Dahlquist