Donald Zirilli

Just Before They Closed
the Capital Beltway


Through a glass darkly
the flaming wings of a Harley
motoring oval pavement,
precariously weaving between lanes;

sleeveless shirt of an Angel
billowing in the wind
like a parachute, yet even that
will not cushion the descent

when the unforgiving
fabric of asphalt
unfurls to greet
the inevitable fall.