as an elementary school teacher,
even these years later,
never could i comprehend
why kids, despite stern warnings
screeched at ear shattering pitches
as they ran toward recess
toward bright colored plastic slides
and head bonking shiny metal bars

today i know
aboard my own bright sky blue bike
with fall’s coloring
leaves scattering
like tiny clouds around
my ludricrous helmet.

i know.
for i feel
that shriek of liberty
every day, every hour
but gurgling in my own

I feel it searching
for Ra’s cloudsky.
not today.
but soon
I’ll be as brave
as they.


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