Open Poetry #1 |
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The Accident (a draft) |
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since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
He lay on the ground with his leg shattered. Only seventeen, a friend of a friend His shirt, blood and mud stained, was in tatters. No words were there to explain or defend Why another was missed while he was picked. It could have been worse, he could have been the bike. It had been a blind curve, he had been tricked, A gentle rain had fallen, summer like And when the semi-truck swerved to miss him He tossed those discards that he had been dealt. He let go the bike to the right on whim And as he ditched into the rocks he felt That his accident was worthy of note. And so when my daughter told me of it To his mother, a short letter I wrote: The skin we're given at birth does fit And holds the body, the mind and the soul And just as an oak from an acorn grows That the person under skin is made whole. The unity at birth on John still shows Despite his accident And I am thankful. |
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