November Morning, 1972
A blond boy with a bike in a hard rain,
sweating beneath the yellow poncho,
struggles to tie a French horn
to his Schwinn two-wheeler.
He's late for school again. A tired, angry
mother said pedal, rain or no rain.
The neighbor woman on her way
packs the boy, the bike, books and horn
into her car and drives two miles to school.
Between them, few words are spoken
just the breathless breathing in and out of love.
For one, it's a miracle to watch the waters part;
for the other, a tonic that gently kneads the heart.