Nameless frame
Trident of Neptune
Pedals of Mercury
All fork and feathers
Like twenty-four frames per second
In a 30 FPS world
Whizzing through the back brush
Last night's remnants
Goblins in the wood
Kept sacred by DO NOT ENTER
Bowled over like a blind old maid
In mid-afternoon, center, a chirping buzzing cauldron
Edge of dusk, elusive, shapes of madness
Branches and leaves
Allowing insects to perpetuate their bluff
Hanging over the trail
Unruly shoot or exoskeleton, wings, and such?
That is to say
A back and forth
A simple relationship:
Pressing rubber into your scorched cracks
Displacing pebbles to refresh the order
Keeping respectful tread
A symbol of movement
Not a signal of stopping
No meander to be mistaken
For exploration
Respectful distance
Mixed with slight fear
A powerful elixir
Whether brown, green, or clear
Brought back by a book
Never read
Purchased
Skimmed
At best
And a question of what would have been
Which seems so prevalent these days
A missed grade or graze
Filling up was elemental
Now supplemental
A book on a shelf
A class harangued
A professor nooked
Or crooked
A path left ragged
Uncleared, unkempt
Trails become roads become highways
Become desk jobs
Never knowing where that red bicycle went
Whom it went to
What scrap or sap
Turned it into or turned into over it
Stolen
Outside a café
A lock would have helped
But wasn't really its style
Easy come, free to go
That time
That place
So specific
To anyone
Red whatever
Colored thing whatever
A book never opened
Never read
Brings back all that was missed
In a different time
That could have been its time
But was not
Here, years later
What its got
A place
Between Roget's Thesaurus
and How to Tie Any Knot
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7.7.08
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