People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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My mind paints it a brilliant crimson
with matched plastic handlebars grips.
It didn’t belong to me, but I thought it
perfect for the trip I’d just conceived.
Right after I’d convinced my friend’s
little brother to let me briefly borrow
it, only for one quick downward ride.
Then, standing on the back, poised at
the top of the hill fronting my house.
I would zoom down the hill, gaining
speed, till I would be flying upward.
At the exact moment, I would leap to
catch a tree branch overhead. I did,
almost, but landed hard, on my head.
I blame that tricycle, but plain to see,
the tricycle wasn’t dangerous; just me.
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