First Scar
Being little I thought I was dying. One afternoon
I turned sharply, fell from my bike onto my left knee.
I looked down, saw dark maroon blood
ooze from the hole I had gouged. Cried for Mom
who came to inspect the damage. She allowed
how it wasn’t much, took me inside to clean it.
Put a band aide on my cratered knee. After it healed,
I had a tiny scar. I am sure I showed it off in school.
Today, my knee is 71 years old, spider veins cluster
on the patella. I only imagine the scar on my knee.
Brillig micro lit mag
2024
