A One Way Trip
Bicycle wheels turn the turn
red steel frame surrounding,
spokes creaking under a heavy strain
dirty pants attached to the ankles,
he’s hot and sweaty
it’s been a long day--
heading past the feed mill
past the machinery noise,
heading into the stink
of Truro’s Rendering Plant.
Hurry home
wife and kids, cat waiting
hungry
the paycheque, a slim piece
of paper in his pocket—
they’re waiting.
© 1993 Richard L. Provencher
first published Summer 1993
The Amethyst Review Vol. 1 No. 2
Truro, Nova Scotia
ISSN 1192-2478
