poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, March 15, 2025
the red tricycle
yesterday,
the boy, the little kid
next door
was on his red tricycle,
rolling down
the sidewalk,
pedaling
as fast as he can.
and today
i see him leaving
in his car,
his suit on,
his keys dangling in
his hand.
where has the time gone?
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