I have wanted to write a poem 
about your orange Schwinn,
on the back there was a little folding chair-

I rode with you like a queen, just me –
perfecting my wave form,
looking forward over your bent curly head.

You were strong then, wide back, muscled calves,
cutoffs, beat up sneakers
shifting smoothly, glancing back at me, smiling.

I have wanted to write a poem.

for Daddy