The Bicycle

Outside the window

I see a man

Guiding his daughter

On her bicycle.

 

Brown skin, white tires,

Wobbly frame come together

Fusion of love

Explosion of affection

 

Inside I it

The sofa, no sun

Surrounded by books, things

Things lacking warmth

 

Alone I wish

I were the child, the father,

The bicycle

The sun

Caressing them all

Enveloped in love