Spades
A man outside on a bicycle
stoops and stinks unseemly of roasting bratwurst
while inside the small girls play
five cards on and on
—draw one
until the light fades
and the man wakes
drives off
into twilight reverie
the girls grow old and think
“What shall I dream today?"
stoops and stinks unseemly of roasting bratwurst
while inside the small girls play
five cards on and on
—draw one
until the light fades
and the man wakes
drives off
into twilight reverie
the girls grow old and think
“What shall I dream today?"
posted by read | 5:52 PM
3 Comments:
On the island I lived on in Estonia, there was a "bicycle man" like this. He rode all over the main town, something of a streetperson, but he had a limp and I always wondered if he had at one time been something "more"--a fisherman or other. He seemed to me to be some kind of cipher that the locals didn't "see" but that I did (because he was strange and foreign and I didn't know his story).
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Nice Read!
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