One Puncture, Two Leaks - Aug. 30. 2025

discovering a nail had skewered his tire,

and AAA took forty minutes to get here

then twenty to slip the spare on,

we have an hour together, sixty minutes

to arrow questions, pierce a memory, let leak

the long life of Bernard Surgil

he speaks about two-fingered typing to

company creator, his Avant Garde approach to life

self-carved a long, many-shoed, history

four sunsets short of a centenarian, his eyes still

sparkle with each dart I throw, often leaning in

to confirm where it is aimed and how deep

when I walk him to his car, after a hug

he kisses me on the cheek, whispers

we should do this again

and as he slowly U-turns,

I wish I had a few nails in hand