23 April 2009

p.a.d. -- thursday, 23 april 2009

Regret

Fear must have crept over
me even as I sat on
the peeling white
porch steps reading a
paperback novel.

Why did I sit and
read with such grave
stillness in the air?

I should have stashed my
book behind the hole in
the lattice wall and climbed onto
my brother's red bicycle.

What did I think
I could do sitting on
those porch steps?

Fear must have crept over
me even as I tried to holler for
help, able to do nothing but
rip out the pages of a
paperback novel and
watch the wind swat
them down the street.

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