white 900, '05

i was such a mess
more and less than now
or probably just the same
in one of my vermont past lives

i think as i peer up the ramp
into the parking garage
where my white 900 lived overnight all winter

the attendant, older guy 
with weird teeth and a cramps shirt
seemed cool

spent as much to replace the engine
as i got it for
great car

listened to the strokes 
shifting gears endlessly
charlie in the back
no idea what 
i was speeding towards