Hoops for A Bicycle

such large whole notes
her hoop ear rings

silver light reflected
rings around the moon

hoop earrings
her hair can’t hide

hair obscures her face,
hides her eyes

elegance can’t hide
taste can’t hide
not even in hair

though she is
as difficult to locate
as a needle in hay

tiny beauty I’d take out
I’d take to church

if someone else, with her,
didn’t get there first


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
5:03 p.m. 09.01.08
Tia poem # 67