Peter's Bike

Reminiscence of my junior school days - of my best friend

 At the junk shop, the Chopper bicycle lay
Leant on a busted table, where knives and spoons bend
and one eyed dollies play
And kitchenettes and dusty mirrors and
chandeliers with missing slivers
So, back to the bike
leant on the busted table
We pass it and admired it
everyday on the way home from school
We patted the seat and squeezed the brakes
The bike was really cool

One day, coming home with his mum,
Peter pauses to peruse
the sparkling spokes, the banana saddle
the three gears from which to choose
'You like the bike, don't you Peter'
'Yes, mum', said Peter, who, as usual
was chewing the cuff of his sweater

In the sunlight
leaning on a secondhand door
Penfold, the junk shop owner
smiles a tacit smile, when
Peter's mum said to Peter,
'Well, the bike is yours'

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[justjenn_2u]

Childhood memories...... (smile). I could visualize the bike (probably an old Schwinn), the little boy and his mum. It is so beautiful to find happiness in simpler things in life. You are a well-crafted poet.