1987 - 2009
You leave us mysteries
During your last two days in the hospital
Where more than seventy friends
Came to visit you
You could not recall your fall
Police sought in vain for answers
No witnesses appeared
I pass your memorial
(A bike painted white
With a basket
In which fresh flowers
Placed there to clamor for safer roads
And caution those of us who ride
While you, tragically, will not
It is some comfort
That, though I did not know you,
As I pass and read the dates
Outlining too short a span
I can’t help but wish
You were still here
Riding your bike
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