A Spectacle Poem by Robert J Meyer
A Spectacle
The blue bike
Framed around the proboscisian stump
Gives the hill a quizzical gaze,
A watch set upon the valley.
The rusted fenders,
Evidence of dog demarcations,
Curve bow-back
To loop into the side-burned grass.
As I approached,
I thought I saw a winking eye
In the spinning spokes.
And wanted to share the joke.
But I could not make the image stick
When I stopped beside it to catch my breath.
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