I remember, as a kid,
running to school:
on a cold blue morning,
trying to get there
before the school bell rang,
rushing with my spare shoes
in one hand
and a slingshot in the other.
I remember
how the ice crunched
under my feet,
how puddles on the pavement
turned into dozens,
hundreds,
thousands
of shattered mirrors.
I remember how my hands froze,
and I’d try to warm them
with my breath –
carefully,
but it never worked.
I always made it in time…
Time has gone by,
a lot of time,
way too much time.
That kid is long gone,
somewhere back in the cold winter.
Now it’s me –
nothing like him,
hopelessly different.
And just like he did,
I still love to run,
run fast
on a chilly morning,
even though now
I don’t
have to be on time
before the school bell.
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school bell
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