Saturday, January 22, 2011

Shanksville, Pennsylvania, USA

The bike:
It watched a little girl growing up,
offered her freedom,
waited for her patiently,
got to know her friends,
and overlooked the many times she asked for a new one
(and then a car).
Now it shares the spring with lilacs,
the summer with black-eyed susans,
and the memories of childhood with passers-by.

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