From a sidewalk on 182d Street
in the South Bronx,
I rode my bike fast,
made a furious turn,
flew to the street like Knievel
to crash head-on
into a coming car,
landed on the hood,
the panic-stricken driver
jumped out surprised
to see me still alive.
A terrible pain began,
I can’t remember which leg
but the pain gripped me,
tears streaming
down my face,
I got up and felt
my leg throbbing
with much pain,
a bump welt-up,
limping and in pain,
I walked away.
Fifty years passed,
I remember the day,
but the rest is erased
from my memory.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2022 13:34
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a time in my life living in the South Bronx. I used to scrounge around for bike parts and make my own bike. I can't remember owning a brand new bike.
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments3
Great poem, R! I've driven to the bronx, what a mess of traffic! glad you weren't seriously hurt....christina
Thank you, Christina. I wrote this poem thinking about that day I could have lost my life, but I survived to write a poem about it. Be blessed. Thank you for reading my poem and commenting.
So glad you survived and are still here 50 years later.
Andy
I spent some time in the Bronx when young. A lot of fun 🙂
Thank you reading my poem and commenting.
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