fallen

free flight
over the handlebars

then touchdown
hearing the sickening crunching
as I land on my shoulder on the
curb

bike skidded to a halt
people coming forward
to help

hands outstretched

did I hit my head
No i kept syin
g

one said i did

sunglasses still on my head
somehow

bone jangled and definately
something messed up

same shoulder broken
twenty three years earlier

my haughtiness and horse
headed ego made me
an idiot

when all were helpful

owe them an apologee
apogee of lalnding
I could have

landed on my head
and saved them my
righteous attitude

instead this broken
shoulder may find
my humility yet

got meds
got bike at night
sprayed some cologne
on

read titles of books
sat and wrote in
my notebook

came home