Secret

// Quinn White

A big man in a blue shirt
rides a kid’s bike in
a small patch of yard.
He’s testing the gears,
I think, he’s teasing some kid
who laughs, poised to
take over and drive
the bike, zipping fast
as sun. But no kid emerges.
The man is a man
riding a little bike
in his green rectangle
while nobody plays
in anybody else’s grass.