[Oh my, I do love L.E. Leone’s latest poem! Hope you do too!]
WHOSE IDEA IT WAS
We rode our bikes on a country road. Mine
had a sissy bar, of which I was proud.
When a car came from behind, we'd pretend
to lose control, my California cousin and me
swerving into the ditch, flying and tumbling
because we could. No one got hurt.
We got poison ivy. Who knows what
the drivers thought. None honked or stopped.
We laughed as we flew, the joke on them. Now
my cousin is gone. Now I live in California, have a long
distance lover. Our love, exactly like this.