This is
a bit
of a lark —but sometimes
I wish
I was one of those upside-
down U-shape
steel bicycle racks—
possibly painted-
up in bright
orange for the sake
of visibility—on the corner
of whatever bleak and
beleaguered city street!
That way—from miles
around
people who need
to slow down—would thoughtlessly
come—and
fasten their trust
to what they vaguely
perceive as my
infinite durability!
But better yet—
they would only ever really
try to rely
on just that sort of
neverending
strength and stamina I provide
once or twice—
with the swift economy
of humility—and always
always
always—
temporarily.
