Unstolen bike

A wry look over the pleasures
of transport under your own power

the unlocked thing rests there
without an owner

but does not say
Please take me

doesn't invite you to put
your hand through the veneer

That naughty thought is yours
and in that thought you touch

your own struggle
And you can only think how

once you were stolen away
and ridden ruthlessly awry


Grant Duncan, 22.10.04