A poem about a bicycle--?

In a muddy barren field
a forgotten bicycle
lays weeping
rusty and broken tears
dreaming
of hot winds
and carnival screams
from a long-ago summer night.
Ashley, you just floored me. Holy smokes...made me feel awful good.

5-7--it kinda got to me, too. Thanks, babe. still might tweak it just a tiny, tiny bit, someday..maybe change a word or two.
 
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