A poem by Madhuri as a a goodbye to her long-standing boyfriend.
I hear the ripping of Velcro!
And the shucking of crisp&crusty clothing!
It’s my boyfriend, home from the motorcycle wars
Playing by the river like a six-year-old
With all the other boys
He clomps towards me bear-gait, boot-shod
Sun-red face-crease, grime-tousle, cop-shouldered,
Dusty as rolling cats, hair helmet-flattened,
He creaks like a built thing,
Hinge and wind and nail –
Long live my boyfriend
And his leaping wheels!
Poem by Madhuri
July 23, 2012, Weston
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