Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Small Scrapes and Bruises (Poem – “Powerpoint Poetry”)

1968 • Twelve years old • Cool, sunny morning • Brilliant blue sky • Greet a morning with limitless possibilities

So much energy • No fear • Black Schwinn Typhoon • Coaster brakes • No GPS


Gone all day • Miles from home • No ID • No cellphones • No adults knew where we were


No boss • No bills • No schedule • No money • No worry • No boredom
Fall off • Skin scraped • Small amount of blood • Burned only a little bit, only a little while • Right back on bike


Home around 6 • Bactine • Family dinner • Scabs on knees • Sleep • No worry • New day • New possibilities

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