Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Visit

I weighed one hip down
With pi-pas,
Perched on my red bicycle
Chin down, eyes up.
I put one foot down on the right pedal,
Kicked another foot back on the left,
And pushed,
Sure and blurring
Up the Walden Street hill.
I bopped up and down
And I was soaring, soaring,
I strained out my chest
And I was flying, flying,
Going up the bumps and holes
With no pause,
Zinging down that court
Like I was stone shot from a sling,
Coming creaking to a rest
Under mossy green eaves.
Heart fluttering,
I lurked like a bird
In my father’s driveway.

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