Saturday, October 13, 2018

It’ s Always this Way

You choose
Where to go
What to do
Where to eat
Decisions
you get to make once a year
I remember the year I turned eleven
my father  wheeled a red bike
into the foyer, or  was it the dining room
In a three room apartment
rooms take on many names
I named the bike Tinker Bell
and  believed she could fly
She was my Magic Carpet






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