The bicycle leaned against the birch tree,

waiting to be noticed.

Handlebars mossy and covered in white flowers,

waiting to be noticed.

Pedals, buried in soil,

waiting to be found.

The wheel – tire and spokes,

waiting to be found.

The frame, sitting helpless and corroded,

waiting to be used.

The saddle, with a rusted spring,

waiting to be used.