Children playing,
The first breath blown;
The man on the freeway,
The fist you have shown,
Cashier at the market,
Voice on the phone;
Dinner burning,
Tension has grown;
One last breath for screaming,
Ka-POW!
No more balloon.
(May 6, 1980)
[This is an excerpt from my high school journal.]
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