A red Schwinn with shiny silver fenders,
a tiny boy with a new toy and soft yellow hair.
The fantastic toy hugs the bike tire as the boy
looks down to see the headlight dull in the
daytime, the blurring street. Feet dig hard,
whirling pedals to compete with the sun,
racing downhill, spinning
mechanical energy magic
like he were God peddling furiously
to make the light a little brighter.
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