by Kelley White
Bleeding elbow, knee
scraped: new pink bike abandoned
in the driveway.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: When I was a child I absolutely loved Band-Aids. The more the better. And learning to ride a bike on a rough dirt road presented many opportunities to earn a Bandaid or two (or three or four).
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Jack & Jill nursery school, Gilford, New Hampshire, circa 1958. I’m fourth from the front of the ladder, with Band-Aid on forehead. Presumably after I crashed the bike.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Pediatrician Kelley White worked in inner city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in journals, including Exquisite Corpse, Rattle, and JAMA. Her most recent books are Toxic Environment (Boston Poet Press) and Two Birds in Flame (Beech River Books). She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant.