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A New Blue Bike
by C. J. Stevens

Sunday, June 27, 2004
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I remember the smell of cut grass
sweetening my tattered pant cuffs
and the magic of daylight clinging
to a new blue bike. Back then
I would skim the 'Lewiston Sun'
over the graveled sidewalks and watch
the papers flop like wounded pigeons
as the news of Dunkirk and the Third Reich
targeted the doorsteps. Then I
would drop my hands from the handlebars,
whistle, and pump out of sight. Only
a magician's cape of daylight is now thrown carelessly over the cut grass,
and the 'Lewiston Sun' arrives by van.
Hitler is history, and many blitzkriegs have come.
But when I least expect to be trapped
by nostalgia, when I am unwilling
to daydream or to become sentimental,
a piece of sky seen in the eye
of a puddle or a bluebird plunging
from a telephone line reminds me
that once there was a time
when a new blue bike was mine.



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Reviewed by Janet Caldwell 8/3/2010
I am walking right beside you down this lane. x
Reviewed by Leslie Bond 1/18/2005
Nice nostalgic poem, and good bike riding memories.
Reviewed by Tami Ryan 6/27/2004
This is a wonderful read. Thanks for the smile.
Reviewed by jude forese 6/27/2004
excellent ride down memory lane ...
Reviewed by Dawn Richerson 6/27/2004
I loved this! Mine was a burgundy Free Spirit boys 10-speed (I wanted to race with the boys). There's something about a bike that represents freedom and individuality. Thanks for this today. Dawn
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 6/27/2004
I got a green Schwinn with a unused horn in the tank and a much used buddy seat over the rear fender. My twin brother's was maroon and an older model, part of a two bike deal my Dad struck. Never pitched papers but put 50,000 school and fishing miles on it before selling it for half what my Dad paid.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 6/27/2004
Some fond memories are always good to revisit. Great write, Steve!

~ May Lu a.k.a. Sandie May Angel ~
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