The Bike

The Bike

A Poem by Erin Lee
"

What kind of person steals a ten year old kid's bike right out of his front yard? I hate people.

"

The Bike

 

He sinks into the couch

Cheeks pressed against micro fiber

Puffed out, red.

 

But, Mom,

Why would somebody take it?

 

Black

Flat

Paint

 

Officer forearm tattoo

Eyes locked on the empty

Tipped, at my feet.

 

Sir,

Have you had your donuts today?

 

Just

Take

Report

 

Tears that morn for trips missed

Convenience store

Friends, freedom.

 

Moooommmm,

I’m bored!

 

Thanks

For

This

 

He rides away

Forgetting to look over his shoulder

Before crossing.

 

Dude!

Look at this score!

 

Got

Away

With it

 

He sinks into the couch

All in a day’s work

Puffed up gore.

© 2010 Erin Lee


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Added on May 28, 2010
Last Updated on May 28, 2010
Tags: stolen bike, poetry, erin l george