tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post472043564734202315..comments2024-03-06T13:33:02.824-08:00Comments on poetry bites: WhippersnapperKit Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04680775609980451495noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post-11876054286720856122019-06-20T09:05:47.887-07:002019-06-20T09:05:47.887-07:00I'm hearing something unusual in the street th...I'm hearing something unusual in the street this morning--children on skateboards hammering the old cement, bargaining with fate that they will not crash into the bushes. How glee replaces concern when age falls backwards...yesterday seeing a ferris wheel being hammered together with bolts made me think of other times I would not have been afraid to try it. In the afternoon's last light, the children raced toward the danger, laughter mixed with fear, the most perfect recombinant fun.Susan E. Gangelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11089529481292723290noreply@blogger.com