when I was young – April 21

4.21.2014

when I was young

I prayed for a red

Columbia bicycle

and for the mean

kids to leave me

alone.

 

I didn’t know that

You paid attention

to the big stuff and

thought that maybe

You didn’t care

 

until you touched the

big stuff in my life

underneath, within,

around

 

that pushed, pulled

and graced me

onto new paths.

 

I loved that bicycle.

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