Traffic is stopped on Old Shelter Rock Road,
Where usually there is no traffic.The minivan
Couldn't have been doing more than thirty,
But the motorcycle, crushed and grounded,
Gleams dully on the street.
Someone has covered the rider's face with a shirt.
He's laying on his back across the yellow lines,
Knees up like he's reading, or watching
Clouds go by.
photograph by Kou Hattori
