Friday, 26 June 2015

Колелото в парка/The bicycle in the park


Misjudging connections, I’d arrived
too soon in that only just known town
and in the last remaining phone booth
the rattling, rejected coins were proof
that I’d not been able to raise you for money,
let alone love.
                        
Yet not so far away,
paths some noble obliged to have cut
opened onto vistas of a municipal park
and a bicycle unchained by a lamp-post
spoke of an irredeemable trust.

Perhaps some couple not unlike us
rode tandem here, or a lunchtime escapee,
brained by air-conditioning,
pedalled out to find the real thing -
who knows? Or perhaps it was yours.

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