Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
when my bike breaks a shirtless boy offers to fix it and we kneel bare-kneed on old sidewalk peering through grease and stuck gears until I turn away as if he is a night-time I might stub my toe on.
0
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:40 PM UTC
Shaman Boy
when my bike breaks a shirtless boy offers to fix it and we kneel bare-kneed on old sidewalk peering through grease and stuck gears until I turn away as if he is a night-time I might stub my toe on.
Written by
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:40 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem