Bryan

you came here straight from college
expecting me to sit day after day
listening to you (and everyone else)
tell me what was important

you talked about sentences and stories
as if they were what the world was about
well, Mr. Kemper, English teacher,
your pockets were empty of what I needed

my world was right outside that window
I snagged carp, hunted squirrel, and tore
through town I could smell adventure in
the wind

I looked out at all that open space
and wished to hell I was on my banana bike
pedalling crazy, trying to touch the sky

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