A Good Set of Bicycle Lights

Strap white to the handle bar
red to the seat post

of your worrisome bicycle
                         a fixed gear nightmare, these nighttime

streets lay in wait while I lay waiting to be pierced
by the call that never comes
with a bit of luck.

Old light from distant stars
at the edge of my
galaxy of fear

arrives as pinpricks of reminder
your new orbit free
                                of my nettlesome gravity.