Feb. 4 am
(actual gnarly motorcycle crash on Van Ness)
His downed bike lion-
claims the road. His glass halo-ed
limbs held in gray veldt.
Feb. 4 pm
Arm gripped, eyes point-fixed,
I drove fifty thousand miles!
Unclutch, rest now, lamb.
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