National Poetry Month 2018
Afternoon by John Gibson
I come from an ocean of afternoons
where the sun hangs
onto the sky
splashing shadows long.
I pedal my bicycle
along the path
racing with the wind,
my hair flying like curly kite ribbons.
I come from this afternoon,
an open endless time
holding onto the handlebars,
then letting go…
Just to test my balance.
Margaret Simon (c) 2018
From PoemCrazy p.64: “Look for a place in a picture that feels like somewhere you’ve come from. Begin to write about where you feel you come from.”
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