Tricycle in the Woods   It haunts me, that tricycle in the woods, abandoned there many decades ago by a kid like me, and if that trike could talk, it would say with bitterness, “I know you left me for a bicycle, forgot about your three-wheeled friend, forgot about finding me under the tree, how you fought with your sister for the first ride and shouted Mine! It’s mine! I was shiny and new, and already you dreamed of flying fast and far, rocketing down the hills — it’s true, you had your fun, then left me here to rust back into the earth. So — do I remind you of anything else you’ve left behind?”     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont December 2023