do I need hip replacement at
this young age?
it is killing me
the stinging of it
I guess from
days and days of sitting
on it wrong
poor posture as they say
it’s no joke
I was brought up
in the fear of
bumble bees and
especially wasps
but not
the fear of God
I think fear is the
wrong expression
anyhow
it should more
be like… reverence
well, at least I had
my interest peaked
a spark lit up
within me
a young boy in
Annapolis visiting
his grandparents
who liked ducks
and rode his
big wheel on
the driveway
and sometimes out
in the street
I would throw
rocks from the path
down into the canal
and she said to me
not to do it or
it would eventually
fill up
I did it anyway
when no one was
around and
worried one day
I would be found out
because the boats would
be pushed up onto
the grass and dry up
they would know who
to look for
even the ducks
they all would
be furious
I would hide in
my treehouse
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