Buying His New Bicycle

haibun poetry

Haibun

Frankie leaves his bike by the Toys”R”Us customer service desk. Someone already put a sign on it: “bike exchange.”

“Think of all the joy another boy as old as you were will get riding it,” I say.

“Yeah,” he answers.

As we walk toward the bicycle section, I realize that he isn’t crying. This is the first time he’s left something of his behind without doing so.

April sun
a pickup of his long deferred
Christmas gift

He looks at three bikes, sits on two, rides one. It’s a 21-speed Schwinn mountain bike in green and black, with a white front fender. Twenty-four inch wheels and an adjustable seat give him plenty of growing room.

He says he loves it. He even rides it to his friend Olivia’s across the street, after we return home.

As soon as he’s there, however, he parks it.

afternoon shadows
a brand-new mountain bike
forgotten

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photo by Riccardo Chiarini on Unsplash

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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