It felt cobblestones under its wheels
on days when summer burnt the sky
and the sea disappeared into blue horizon.
Life wrapped itself in the bicycle’s spokes
rotating history with each petal push,
the tire tread worn smooth
by the grit of destinations.
Spontaneity had held the handle bars
to carry picnic baskets in a tandem ride
with flirting hearts to a blanket on the sand.
Yesterday’s green paint still colors its metal frame.
Sea foam dreams and memories whisper
their nostalgia to those who pass by.
Though worn it sits as it always has on the shore.
It rests on patient wheels for the next generation
to discover the joy of etching secrets into the path
between sidewalk and sea.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Real Toads was privileged to receive the gracious permission of Margaret Bednar to use her iPhone images as inspiration for this weekend's poetry writings.