The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Too Red

Tricycle left at the corner of the block
can be ridden anywhere
by anyone small enough
to pedal it,
can be stolen by anyone at all.

Its small one left it behind to follow friends
where it could not be ridden,
will not get another one,
sheds his tears and fears a whipping.

A nice gift for someone else
small enough to ride it,
large enough to know it’s not his own
too red to leave at any corner again.


357 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.