Poem Twenty-Nine

 

Reminiscences

 

The air sweeps my hair back

as I round the corner, pumping

my legs on the pedals to keep

the wheels turning. The joy of

riding a bike I felt as a child has

come back to me. Memories of

gliding down a quiet, residential

street flood my brain as I pass a

dog walker, rounding yet another

corner of the park trail. I’m no

longer the same girl I was then,

but for just a moment, I feel

as carefree as I once did.

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