Her Bicycle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her Bicycle

A simple encounter
She was cute, an angel
She replied my questions
On, about bicycle…

Then she, in twenties
Held and moved bicycle
Too happy from sound of spikes.

I smiled…
Face for her
Mind for my memories…
And our times with two wheels,
Three wheels; wooden box and bearings…
It was fun for pushers and the ones driving…

Time was short
She left with boyfriend
I also, to live with memories.