WHITE BICYCLE
A phantom bicycle
chained to a No Parking sign
a name, dates, that’s all
sad survivors
in the flat tires
&
across the street
a H.S. track for runners
grass field for soccer
empty bleachers warping
in the offerings of August.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
A phantom bicycle
chained to a No Parking sign
a name, dates, that’s all
sad survivors
in the flat tires
&
across the street
a H.S. track for runners
grass field for soccer
empty bleachers warping
in the offerings of August.