DAUGHTER TUESDAY: STUFFS & SUCH

vignette 2:  bow down

the red warm blood running down my knees didn't bother me i must have been 4, 5, 6, or 7 climbing that hill concrete laden running flying soaring like a bird down the steep sidewalk street down down fast why i don't know why but to fly then fall down down hard knees scuffed scrapped scarred from the falls blood rising to the surface under raw pink lesions creeping upward then downward in a slow procession to gravity's beck and calling staining knees shins angles toes mama wondering why the pain doesn't stop me from pursuing my flight...