Every Rock- A Story

Every Rock- A Story

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Victory Garden

On a grey afternoon,
I put myself into the car
though after it started,
I wished for the blue bicycle.

The clouds were high
as the wind roared its motor.

I passed fields, homes, and a row of fences.
Dogs were out looking for me-
speaking to one another.

I caught the rhythm-
stretched in it.

A farmer was off to give the cattle food,
as I slowed my wheels.

The grey afternoon was different for all
who lived it.

Not like any other day,
and yet, it was.

The schools were closed,
but the buses passed me by.

As the last thought occurred to me,
as I saw the sign reading-
"Victory Garden."

"I wish I would have taken the blue bike,"
as I hummed.

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