Wafting Dinner

A tired bicycle on a wet, empty lane

Pedals whir quickly, spin round and round

But soon slow, slow, and stop.

The bicycle is falling on its side

Makes a clang-

But it is an empty lane

So it sits there, sideways, in the rain.

That day, the boy forgot his umbrella.

Sad and wet, he walked all the way.

Oh what would it take to end this day?

From street to street, his sopping feet

Wishing for response

Then, standing in the rain – he found a bike.

It was wet, and on its side

But it looked alright – it would ride.

The boy hopped on, pedaling fast

Wafts of dinner up, home at last.