The title of this poem (a sonnet one sentence long) was inspired by Richard Wilbur's poem "Running".
Thinking of Happiness, She Thinks of That
My Dad brought home a girls’ bright red Schwinn bike
he hopes will tone his polio-weakened limbs,
but since I’m still too short for it, I sail
on gray slate sidewalk slabs, no two alike,
up by the house of Archie Ray, who swims
bare-naked at the Y; then with a Hail
Mary in my heart, take Butler hill
full-speed-ahead from Dooley’s Bar & Grille
and Jake’s Garage, a strong wind at my back
pushing me past Merriweather Lane,
my metal wheels repeating clickety-clack,
my roller skate key swinging on its chain,
till, coasting to the Lehigh railroad track,
I catch my breath beside an outbound train.
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