See? still written in marker on the handle bars
worse for wear and
dad did what he could to fix it up
for his wife but she won’t ride
so he gave it to me.
What can I do with an 8 dollar bike?
re-learn the ride
re-learn to balance
muscles re-learn the stride
re-learn the bumps and the curb
re-learn to turn
then the stuff I didn’t expect from this 8 dollar bike
how it brings me luck
and turns back time
takes me to the smell of trees and earth
pulling me back to the kids that we were
I’ve been floating through life since I left
now, 20 years of roam
This 8 dollar bike
knows the way to
the squirrels, oh,
the smell of grass fresh-mowed
tears in my eyes?
I’m not a stranger anymore-
I’m a kid
on a bike
on my way home.