We took turns
pedaling our bikes
to the boardwalk’s edge
jumped off
too-brief moment of flight
two boys without wings
The goal was to let go
of your bike in the air,
so you’d land separately
on the beach
One time I failed,
to land entangled
with my bike,
but the pain was worth
the flying and memories
Dave Williams 
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Thank you Lauren!
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“The pain was worth the flying”–that’s a keeper, Dave. So true of much more than just bike riding (and falling).
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Thank you for your kind comment, Jacqui — I appreciate it 🙂
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Significant moments from our past only appear crystal clear so much later, isn’t it 🙂
Sweet memories.
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True, the distance of time can help with looking back. I’ve matured a bit, so that helps, too 🙂
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🙂
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you turned childhood memories into poem, I love that.
if I wrote a poem for every time I fell in childhood… I could fill a library lol
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That’s a lot of falling! To me, falling is a part of childhood. I would think it means a lot of activity, of running around, jumping, etc. 🙂
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Ah, to be riding that bike again…flying, flying. Crashing! It was all worth it, though. I enjoyed your poem…took me back to my childhood, riding my bike on the old dirt road that tasted my blood more than once.
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Thanks for reading and for your lovely comment!
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My pleasure reading! 😊
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The adventures of childhood, takes me back. Great poem, Dave.
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Thank you Mark — I appreciate it 🙂
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