dream

We can’t believe
he went over the handlebars
and how the asphalt
scrambled his body

We can’t believe
it was his dream
to straddle
all that naked power

We can’t believe
those broken twisted
dreams can ever
be him again

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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