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Training Wheels

April 2, 2019
By Esmé GOLD, Petaluma, California
Esmé GOLD, Petaluma, California
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I was five years old and my handlebars

Trailed pink ribbons.

I had training wheels but still,

I fell.

I remember the sprawl of limbs,

the smear of skin on sidewalk

The shredded pink knees.

I cried like a hurricane and my father

A placid summer sky

Peeled me from the cement.

I pedaled; I collapsed; I howled; I thundered

Through suburbia,

And my ribbons and my father

Trailed behind.



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