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Good Years?

Posted to Action Poetry




it started when I noticed a bicycle and thought
"it takes two wheels"

a little later We began to take note of tricycles
and thought
"it takes 3 wheels"

eventually the third wheel, as all third wheels do,
recognized what It had become
and left
only to return years later with a 4th, 5th, and 6th wheel

then came the day when I stopped rolling
and you had to explain to the others
that sometimes wheels brake
and go flat beyond repair

this Stop is a pleasant enough place,
no longer desiring movement I spend the days watching all
of the wheels
doing what Direction tells them
doing what the life of a wheel entails:
re-inventing the road