Monster
they call you a monster
because a smile has faded
like a rainbow that appears
after a storm
the smile comes after
the torment
and the fighting
but once the thrill is gone
the smile goes with it
and rainbows are rare here
nameless, faceless
it’s the way you said it
like clashing of pans
thunder beating the sound barrier
and when it’s over
the only thing missing is a name
that is the way to hide
no shame
and it makes you faceless
like the mosaics before painted
rain wiping sleet off the wall
First Bicycle
you couldn’t hide this Christmas present
we knew before the day
before the week ended
it gave us a new freedom
young kids riding alone
enjoying the sky
the wind
the moment together
it took us to the library
the park
the school when it was out
around the block and back
we could never get this freedom felt again
we dig deep
and deep enough to find the memory
like a distant drum
beating endlessly
but we can never get there
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