My knees were hurting from the long walk

So I stopped to browse the yard sale

The old bike was hidden behind a dresser

Worn and dirty, the color of kale on a bad day


I paid the woman the $5

She apologized for the bike’s plainness

I apologized for mine

She smiled unsure how to take my response


Streamers now grey and faded

One speed our only speed

Seat big and lumpy

Tires a bit flabby


I hadn’t ridden a bike in decades

I gave the rusty bell a jangle

Just to let the world know

I was coming through