FLAG

It was old.

It was used,

A hand-me-down.

Chrome handlebars

Goose-bumped with rust,

The body once blue

With racing stripes

Of red and white

Now sunburned

Into shades of brown.

In secret

I named it Flag

For its service

Long and hard.

Faster than I

Could walk

Or skate,

It took me

Where I needed to go.

Together we rode

To no place

While I sang

Angry or sad

Songs I wanted

No one to hear

Songs that said

What I could not

Dared not.

When I left home,

Flag was handed down

Once more.

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