CLIPPER/ poem by Lisa Rost Lewis

A child’s corroded bike
is enshrined against a tree,
tethered
in twisting vines.

Broken spokes
bejeweled with green moss,
time-toughened tires
laced with lichen.

Seat rusting in layers,
thin and frail
as gilded laurel leaves.

The shadow-word “CLIPPER”
fades to a whisper
along an arc of fossilized rubber.

Like a story written
in vanishing ink,
like ice-cream
melting in your hand,

like not saying good-bye
because you didn’t know
it was over.

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Lisa Rost Lewis is a retired teacher of English as a Second Language who lives in upstate New York. Her first published work, about her experiences living in Tokyo, was written in Japanese and published in a niche magazine for Kimono specialists. Her more recent work can be read in Lightwood Magazine (lightwoodpress.com) and Superpresent Magazine (superpresent.org). She received a BA in English Literature from the University of Michigan, and an MA in TESOL from Eastern Michigan University.

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