Could Be Anywhere...
There is a bolt laying on my sidewalk
medium-heavy duty kinda fellow.
Obvious from the grime and rust
once perhaps a proud, shiny, new bolt.
It lays on a corner of unused concrete
mocking from itís corner of sunshine.
Accentuated by the shadows of the fence
abit closer and last years weeds would conceal.
It looks as though itís once upon a life
was one of axles, machinery, perhaps wheels.
Maybe a swingset or bicycle, long gone
might have been from last centuries farm.
Oh, the scenarios that tinkle through
the might have beans, the what do you thinks.
Changing in a flash to who would have
almost a message in that lonely bolt.
As the shadows dance and transform
this piece of old, very used steel
In imagination captured; several lifetimes
yet in the end, it remains...
a simple bolt laying on my sidewalk.
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there is only one...