We Wait for the Sun

by Steve Mitchell

I park my bike
early early
at work
a street lamp
flickers
yellow green
against a tree
bushy leaves
it flickers
it stutters
fast
chattering teeth
shivering
like it’s scared
afraid
alone
in the dark
with only a tree
bushy green
and me
and my bike
and
the dark

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2015

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