Saturday, January 15, 2011

poem -- Incident

Handles gripped tightly
Hands sweating fiercely dripping on the heated concrete of a summer day
Wheels spinning faster than life leaving adrenaline lingering behind
Lanky man behind me slowly getting smaller as i roll away

Drifting as the hill gets to a flatten and the grass greets the concrete
The brakes are pressed 
The gears stop rolling
And the bike falls to the side

My helmet breaks my falls a small tear leaves my full brown eyes
And that's all i remember
Tears hitting the grass
And the grass sticking to my cheeks

Standing up was the hardest part



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