Smaller Pieces

2.

A loose shoe lace caught
in the crank of the bicycle
i was riding dragged me down
to a dream or the blackened
asphalt of the convenient
store parking lot and it was
pleasant when I woke before
the moment came back
the air that burned my elbows
and knees the side of my face
and the bicycle on the ground
its back tire still spinning how
the world then opened up how
it came too damn soon.