Biker Left For Dead, Me
February 5th, 1984, left for dead
Bottom of a mountain in Pasadena,
Me and my daughter’s bike, with the
Pedal I broke off with my foot when
We landed next to the twelve-inch curb,
In the street, the front tire still spinning.
Three cars had followed us down, honking
For us to get out of the way.
I had never found the brakes.
An older lady was the only car to stay, briefly.
She gave me an apologetic wave.
I will never forget her face, as she drove off,
Leaving me broken in the street.
February 5th, 1984, still as vivid as that day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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