Friday, July 24, 2009

Blind Review Friday

Blind Review Friday.

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This week's offering is from an established poet and picked in honor of the Tour De France.

The Yellow Bicycle

The woman I love is greedy,
but she refuses greed.
She walks so straightly.
When I ask her what she wants,
she says, "A yellow bicycle."


Sun, sunflower,
coltsfoot on the roadside,
a goldfinch, the sign
that says Yield, her hair,
cat's eyes, his hunger
and a yellow bicycle.


Once, when they had made love in the middle of the night and
it was very sweet, they decided they were hungry, so they got up,
got dressed, and drove downtown to an all-night donut shop.
Chicano kids lounged outside, a few drunks, and one black man
selling dope. Just at the entrance there was an old woman in a
thin floral print dress. She was barefoot. Her face was covered
with sores and dry peeling skin. The sores looked like raisins and
her skin was the dry yellow of a parchment lampshade ravaged by
light and tossed away. They thought she must have been hungry
and, coming out again with a white paper bag full of hot rolls,
they stopped to offer her one. She looked at them out of her small
eyes, bewildered, and shook her head for a little while, and said,
very kindly, "No."


Her song to the yellow bicycle:
The boats on the bay
have nothing on you,
my swan, my sleek one!

1 comment:

Shelley Chernin said...

I like all the changes and surprises in this poem. Maybe like riding a bicycle in the mountains? I wouldn't really know.

Doesn't the Tour de France leader wear a yellow jersey?


The poet doesn't invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau