Remembering Invisible Ones Who Pass Through Here
Poetry
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2 min readMar 11, 2023
They are ghost-like, hidden from paths,
emerging at night to forage nearby streets.
One man with feral, golden eyes stole or freed
bicycles from where they were parked, unchained.
He refashioned them into new-old bikes
with recycled frames and switched seats
until…
