When I saw the moonlit bicycle
beneath the old stone arch
I thought of you
Remember when I picked you up
from school We'd meet
beside the old barn
Your bicycle
was red and blue and scratched
along the back fender
Mine was painted black
and the front wheel spokes
were bent
We spent a lot of time
pedaling side by side
and promised that
no matter how many flat tires
twisted spokes or spills
we'd be there for each other
My heels clicked
against the cobblestone streets
till once again
the bike beneath the arch
with its shadow on the wall
came into view
and I thought of you...
Posted by Doug at 3:31 PM 0 comments
I think the phrase "I thought of you" is so meaningful. At first it ounds so light, but in fact it can be so deep with feeling. I like your poem and the picture is beautiful.s
ReplyDeleteHow nice of you to drop by
ReplyDeleteand comment, Ellen.
Thank you.