Small Blues

the blues

small blues really
I’m well fed, I have good friends
and children who are doing well
but I’m missing my bicycle
my gate has been defaced
the house is a disaster zone
and the compressor kept turning
itself on last night, my left
shoulder hurts and I have way
too much to do at work,
but mostly I’m missing
my bicycle, the one that rode
over the yellow and red leaves of fall
where I felt so happy
small blues are blues
nonetheless.