VACANT
As children we would tie our toys to our tricycle and ride.
Our passengers to the other side.
We'd tie on a ball of twine that we might find.
And pedal to let the string unwind.
And it falls behind.
Always behind.
As children we treasure every find.
And tie them to our tricycle and let the string unwind.
Like a child the tricycle was a magical find.
So I tied it on behind.
I don't know what that tricycle might know.
Who knows where that tricycle might go.
We tie our toys to the tricycle and ride.
With only our imagination as our guide.