closure

It  happened when he went to get his bike

out of the locker in Union City

where it had been a full two months now

sitting there waiting for the next ride

from the BART to that  business along the SF  Bay

that never happened.

But today was the day he made the trip

taking the bike back

home,  leaving the  door open

behind him

all those green days

behind him

all the days of riding in the morning

through the marshes

watching for the blue herons

all the twilight  drives

with the hum of work

still in his fingers

all the conversations 

deadlines covered 

now really done, 

a commute that's over

and the bike at home

so he could have closure.