The Wake

For the Copilot
by Travis Hetman

I wish I had a passenger seat on my bicycle
No handle bars for you but a view
Just the same to be shared like an icicle
On the ground with the rest of the dew

Goggles and pilot caps to wear on head
No bandanas but we’d have style
Just the same to be shared like bread
On jam, in the spring, meanwhile

We will race the wind
But before it can begin

With welding and hammer, pails and nails
In a dirty garage filled with a mess
I’ll build you the box car hoping it sails
For happiness and nothing less