I see all the big kids
having lots of fun
riding their two wheeled tricycles
sitting on the gun
bang bang bang
go the silver spokes around
building up that sound
flight inches off the ground
atop the central yellow

I see myself up on those wheels
someday finally free
the road below rushing by
me sitting on that gun
going bang bang bang
here comes the straight run
the sound of the wind all through my hair
and I won’t have a care in the world
when atop the central yellow
cause I know it's only an artery
leading to something bigger

So daddy won't you buy me a bicycle
help me off the ground
let me hear that sound
hold the back so I don't fall
until I've got the hang of it
cause someday soon yes I'll be flying
along the straight and narrow
going places I never dreamed of
atop the central yellow




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05/06/2011

Author's Note: Published in The Ontario Poetry Society (T.O.P.S.) chap book Verse Afire Vol. 2 No. 2 May to August 2006, Toronto, ON. I.B. Iskov Editor/Publisher. ISSN 1715-0280

Posted on 05/07/2011
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