The Web Poetry Corner - J. M. Hallett - Spying an Old Friend Back Home
Spying an Old Friend Back Home
by
J. M. Hallett
Long neglected Goodyear
Proud winged foot of Mercury
Lifeless... Wingfootless, you hang
Beneath the aging hackberry tree
Your only rider, the wind
Bird droppings atop your rubbery skin
Hard black vulcanized skin
Dry and powdery now
Your hemp line, too, brittle and frayed
Frail as a centenarian's limb
Six lonely decades
With nary a child paying you mind
But feeling childlike and adventurous
In this, his seventieth year
He climbs aboard an old friend
Pull-line in hand
For one last exhilarating spin