a man asked me in the parking lot.  i said i’m going to save the planet.  she picked me up like a magic leaf and i took the front wheel off my bike and put the pieces in her car and rode shotgun through dark frost streets onto the island.  wet cold kept us together, staggering just a little.  we had some bread and smoke in the starry dynamo.  then we put the bike back together, fog sealed.  i rode home weightless in shimmering galaxies with the dead ones and live ones and not yet born ones under crow dreams.