Full Circle
Cars move as
brooms, sweeping across
his view as he
enters the intersection
Helmeted, nice bike
new Adidas, briefcase
in the carrier-basket
crosses old railway
tracks, rusty
fingers sneaking
through summer weeds
passes moms, baby
carriages, and older kids
trying for attention
sets his eyes on the
building ahead,
graffiti in various shapes
and colours
some words not so
nice, other 'tags' kind
of neat-
a few years ago, his
were “boss.”
© 2001 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved
first published (Fall 2002) Vol. 35, No. 2
The University of Windsor Review
Windsor, Ontario ISSN 0042-0352
Comments
SundaysChild | July 8, 2009 - 13:43
Interesting tale, this.
Nice work.
Richard L. Prov... | July 9, 2009 - 00:53
Thank you SundaysChild. Interesting, as we grow older, some of our own pranks follow us through memories. Then we grow up. Richard LP ps. (until we begin to write, and become children again, since through young innocent eyes we can openly admire the world and the excitement of life)