That which goeth up must come down,
Thus as the piston swings out,
Over the open road,
So too may it wither through the passage of time.
Then when the once-eternal flame falls to nothing,
As if by necessity,
All things are brought to silence
In the shiny heat of the midday sun,
For the wheels of the world have stopped turning.
© Sean Everett 2014
Photographed in the Mojave Desert, California
Love the contrast on the old bike. Perfectly sets the mood for the poem.
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful shot! Nice poem as well.
Thank you!
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