midnight rust


Once again the sun has set,
Leaving behind the day in dust,
Unknowing of the sky it met,
And unknowing of the midnight rust.

Morning dew has set anew,
Upon an open field it spread,
A bicycle collecting brew,
Of the sour dew like lead.

The coat, chipped, from the water,
Gears, stopped, left unstarted,
Pedals, rigid, changed their color,
A bicycle left restarted.

Midnight rust and morning dew
Corrode the many, and harm the few

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