Cards by Raymond A. Foss
A cluster of assorted bicycles Strewn in a yard yesterday afternoon Trigger of a memory, a moment A time in my life with simpler concerns
Summer bike parades, races With streamers out the handles Specially chosen baseball cards Clothespinned to the spokes Of the one-speed bikes We all had
Noisier, happier August days Flap, clatter, laugh, shouts Frozen in brain cells now To be unearthed When serendipity strikes, Breaking a knowing smile ‘cross my face As I drive home
August 18, 2005 12:30
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