GREEN MEANS GO FORWARD

GREEN MEANS GO FORWARD



No idea what day of the week—Thursday?
No matter—always rains in Seattle.

Was riding my bike, stopped. Red light. A Volvo wagon, my dad´s car, pulls up, stops
And she

She rolls down the window.
"Hey, " she says.

Hey. What the fuck? Is that her?
"I´m leaving"

Yeah, I know you were leaving for the Peace Corps, some country in Africa
Didn´t sound too safe, but it also sounded like you reveled in that danger.

"No, I´m leaving right now. For the airport."
It is early, and I-5 is right here.

Wow. Okay. See you girl. Have a good
Two years. Good luck.

"Thanks. See you. Take care."

Green. Move. Down to the Y to play basketball before work. 6:20 already.

She was a cool girl. Fun. Really pretty.
We emailed a few times, but what kind of service is there in Mauritania?

So I said/say goodbye but think of her
Sometimes.

I remember that day we biked from Seattle to Tacoma in the rain and how she looked
After changing clothes, hot shower, plate of lasagna, wine. Warm. She looked so warm.

Comfortable.
Green.

Move.