Did He Move

Did he move upon the bike
somewhere in the city blocks
past my mad pedals and my
playing card clothespin motors
spoked and popping muted and
nearly angry at the space
between us which was not real
though I imagined contests
of dreaming substance never
there because nothing bigger
than our moments on those streets
was more important than our
fast friendship and our love and
summers fade and winters slip
and youthful thoughts melt before
our coarsened image of what
came to pass but never pales
my one true friend seeing past
what I was and then became
I live the breathing and I
greet what comes no matter what
for somehow he has stayed and
I with him forever tug
our lacings binding ever.