Poem by Spencer Riley Shepard
1st Place for College Poetry - 2019 Met AwardsFaded red changed to rust,
An empty spot where a seat once sat,
Tires cracked and dried out, unable to hold a breath.
Chains and gear petrified.
Only happy memories from this memorial of rust,
of a generation that played from sunrise to sunset,
of jumping off curbs in the neighborhood,
and the hum of streetlights flickering on.
Weeds knitting into spokes,
webs mingling with the frame,
dust clinging to all.
Rust fading red.
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