We are among the seismic traffic of droid drivers
our fishtail bikes all about scale
fastened together between the light stop/go
the cleats, panniers and hardness of our palms
as we wave and reel in, pedal down
me as tall as the wheels of this one,
you, eyeline with the first metal beetle
could I shout to you over all the explosions?
would you hear me call you
the name I once knew you by –
naked in the sea?