by W.S. Merwin
Since he never
really possessed you
however he may have longed to
in secret
so that in dreams he knew
each surface and detail of you
gleam of spokes and chrome
smells of grease and rubber
the chain's black knuckles
day by day you
remained out of sight
so that he never had to
lock you up or hide you
because nobody could see you
and though he never
in fact learned to ride you
keeping his round
toppling weight upright
on the two small toes
of water slipping
out from under
once he was well away
hands on the grips feet off the ground
you could take him
anywhere
at last like the rain
through the rain
invisible as you were
From Present Company
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