The bicycle spins madly on.

(a new poem with a previous ending)

never fear the end

there’s no way you were 
ever here, anyway

a bicycle in a galaxy
a palm tree lost in orbit
	
an old man sees himself 
in a faraway mirror

there’s no here so 
nothing matters

	says prayers
plants flowers on the moon

weeps for a past life

on leaving, even tigers 
miss the mark

5 thoughts on “The bicycle spins madly on.

  1. “even tigers miss the mark”.. so true…even the strongest of us have weaknesses…and we all “weep for a past life” no matter the life lived..

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