Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

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.

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Rhona Mcferran September 25, 2018 at 2:28 PM People can be unbelievably callous when "inconvenienced"!! This kind of thing makes me BOIL... Grrrrrr! So glad you made it through that ordeal. Caren Krutsinger September 26, 2018 at 1:29 AM But have I forgotten? Kind of. Every year on February 5th, I remember though.

Line Gauthier September 25, 2018 at 11:37 AM Dear Caren, sounds very much like a true story. Unbelievable how people can be. Caren Krutsinger September 26, 2018 at 1:30 AM And this is why I made my husband move away from California. Every bumper sticker at the time said "Welcome to California, now go home," which was also loving.