what are you gonna do when he comes up next to you swerving in the gravel on his bike talking to you in the dwindling sunshine your feet locating stones in the driveway your toes moving them out of their mossy grooves replacing them in between sentences as he rolls back and forth on his bike awkwardness in motion your eyes are on the ground intently watching the invisible when suddenly he's right next to you your head lifts in surprise and he retreats to a spot in the sun that hides his eyes under the shadow of his hat you look into the darkness remembering the green that you've watched flash at the morning bus stop "yeah, my boyfriend does that" you say to his motorcycle story a lie perhaps but a reminder nevertheless and you end the conversation as the sun disappears beyond the power lines