Pink Bike at the Art Museum

pink bike.

For an early morning outing
he took his daughter to the
Art Museum, which he imagined
in its Rocky majesty:
They ran laps around the
fountain and sprinted up steps
to see the sunrise reflected
on downtown skyscrapers:
the white marble, the nymph
with spread arms, the classic
colonnade would be enough.
A passerby would see only
her bike, pink against the day,
bending water in the fountain.

– W. Marling

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