The bike sits where the silver birch, as the bike’s pedals rust away like dust

the bike lies there and a spider comes to make a web, the bike sits there doing nothing, still.

the bike has a bell that sounds like a broken talking toy.

the bike has a handle bar that is nearly coming off.

the bike is overgrown and can’t move anymore.

the bike has a ripped,nasty old saddle.

the bike has a light that doesn’t work or even have a lens.