Around the BlockA Poem by Power Knows the Truth Already
In springmill villages, I could make my way anywhere
on the block with my eyes closed. I knew where the divets in the sidewalk would catch my bike tire. I knew the shortcuts that actually took longer. I knew exactly how long it would take me to run from the flower house back home on good days and bad. I've always been worried about knowing this much about new homes. Knowing when the purple flowers in the grass by the intersection bloom is information that hurts more than it helps. Now, I'm beginning to learn my neighbourhood. Slowly, with one walk at a time. I can count down the crosswalk signal at rush hour and I know exactly how long it takes to speed walk to the bus stop. But I'm afraid to know how the flowers change and where the rain flows on warm days because I don't know how much longer I'll need to know my way around here.
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1 Review Added on June 8, 2019 Last Updated on June 8, 2019 AuthorPower Knows the Truth AlreadyAuckland, New ZealandAboutResearcher using poetry as a creative outlet. more..Writing
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