The bike chain is rusted
skipping and slipping as she rides.
We grease her chain
with cooking oil from the bar.
The beautiful day is a rotting orchestra
compared to the way she sits
on the bike and rides it
the chain not skipping and
Chris says: “I wish I was
that bicycle seat.”
January 30, 2010
Rusty Chain
by John Rocco
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