Coasters
I’ve been the type who keeps plenty at hand.
Protecting the furniture
is second nature.
Yet, I am noticing, with each pump
of my heart, a certain tiny
fling of abandon;
someone small inside me who seeks
the thrill of discrete danger,
blasts of wind, speed.
She is getting closer to the crest, the place
before the plunge, and she might
take a small risk,
disregard the safety bar across her knees,
wave her arms in wild joy—
even screeeeeeam!
Leslie Schultz
Photo by Paul Brennan (Shutterstock; used with permission)
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I am so happy to hear this!
Truly, how do you do it? One impressive poem after another! This one absolutely delights me! Thanks!
Maybe we should plan a summer trip to Valley Fair, us three? Just saying…!
one coaster protects, the other flings itself into wild abandon. Love the symmetry – tho at opposite ends of the spectrum. And I am SCREAMING for more of the wild abandon. GOOD CHOICE OF POETRY, and such great timing…..THANK YOU!!!!
I confess. The only coasters in my life are the latter.