"The Red Bike" She was left; The red bike. While her rider walked away, She waited. From the start, they were Bound together by a bowed ribbon. But the excitement of their first touch Soon faded with familiarity; Like regularly travel paths Lose their mystery. She was left; The red bike. While her rider walked away, She waited. Now she longed to push her own pedals. Kicking away from rotten streets. To veer off Sunday morning canal routes. Breaking Weekday street commutes. She was left; The red bike. While her rider walked away, She waited. If he were to return, Her rider, Would he sense the urge in her gears? The urge to feel Prestatyn sand Grip the grooves of her tread. The urge to risk the rust Of ravishing waves. She was left; The red bike. While her rider walked away, She waited. Copyright Jack Edwards 2011