Elbow deep in Autumn
The classroom clock sags toward 3:02
Beyond the bookshelves through window glass
August bicycles catch the glint of September sun.

One leans heavy on its kickstand
Handlebar shoulders slouch toward the street
James Dean captured in spokes and steel

A bell sounds
Let freedom ring!
Children burst against double doors
“Visitors report to office.”
Writ backward on wired windows
Settling closed on Friday.

The August girl rides home
Flying toward Saturday
Summer at her back
Wind in her hair
Two wheels singing

Rare November sun

Rays, like memory
Burst through dusty windows
Warm in the musty garage
Finding the old bike
Rusty in the dark.

[Reposted from www.danmayhew.net]