nearly             killed a bicyclist.

It wasn’t

our first time.

Him

on                   his black bike.

Me

in                     my red Volvo.

The two

of us

dancing           our tango.

You don’t remember our first dance.

You never saw me.

You                                    at the stop sign.

Me                                     behind you.

                                                                   How vulnerable you were how trusting.

But you

were thinking

none of this.

                                   You     danced  grand jete         glisse         grand jete

                                                                                                                      black swan in flight.   .