November 16, 2006


By Jim Kittelberger

The bicycle leans against the back of the garage
Forgotten, as the boy turning young man tinkers
On his old jalopy
Forgotten in the rush of time
Becoming part of the past just as the freckles
Fade from the boys’ face, so too am I
Relegated to moments past, joys of another day.

So shall It remain here out of sight, in darkness
And light, in rain and snow
Until one day to be rediscovered
Standing just where It was placed and forgotten
Except by time and rust
To be manhandled and thrown in the trashmans
Truck and taken to a place out of sight of todays
Hustle and bustle and thrown amongst yesterdays

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