3-Word Prompt: Boomers, On, Bikes

mollycatlos
Aug 11, 2025
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He flees from

One metropolis to the next

Like a boomer

In search of riches,

Hoping to discover

What’s shiny and new,

But pans for gold

On the wrong rivers

Mines in the wrong caves,

And mills the wrong metal.

Famished for fortune

And starving for success,

He’s blinded by hunger and still

He bikes behind a high-speed train –

He walks behind the bus.

He swims behind the ferry.

He is not a gold rush

But a tin impermanence.

Even if the boom town always goes bust,

He will be the first to arrive

With his shovel –

Whether to start digging in

Or to bury himself.

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