My Shoes Are Untied Poem by Kyle Schlicher

My Shoes Are Untied



Tripping through memories
I go back
to the little boy
climbing trees
to escape
imaginary
pursuers.

Running
in the summer sun
following
the dirt road
back
when
a mile
seemed
to be forever.

Each day
would
lead
to
another
until
innocence
gave way
to
decaying
knowledge.

The darkness
of
night
would come
all
too soon.


(9-17-1976)

Thursday, January 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: growing up
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