Winter Bike in the Garage

by The Wild Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

All winter the motorcycle waits beneath a grey cover. I turn the wheels by hand, check the chain, charge the sleeping battery. Outside, salt whitens the street. The forecast keeps saying not yet. Still I polish one mirror until the garage door appears in it, bright as a road not opened.
51 words · 10 lines · Free Verse
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