Parking lots

Here they park bikes.

Double decker, they are rusted and dented,

Everyone hopes the thieves will pass by

Theirs,

With the double locks in place.

Husbands kiss wives as they board the train,

The remaining one rides off with all the kids,

It could be husband, it could be wife,

We just pass by when the barrier lifts

And the rails stop rumbling.

We are visitors to this land

Where we seem to pass the same older couple

Riding their bikes, panniers on the rear racks.

They don't smile much, I wonder at this.

And so at the end of this day, 58 km distant

From the Best Westerns Kastell, we arrive in Zwolle,

Our bikes will be protected in a small garage

We only need one lock.