Thanks for the chance

A poem by Ada Limón,
No shoes and a glossy
red helmet, I rode
on the back of my dad’s
Harley at seven years old.
Before the divorce.
Before the new apartment.
Before the new marriage.
Before the apple tree.
Before the ceramics in the garbage.
Before the dog’s chain.
Before the koi were all eaten
by the crane. Before the road
between us, there was the road
beneath us, and I was just
big enough not to let go:
Henno Road, creek just below,
rough wind, chicken legs,
and I never knew survival
was like that. If you live,
you look back and beg
for it again, the hazardous
bliss before you know
what you would miss.

I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades
Unknown to Death
Not known to Life
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
Yet, those hands will never hold anything
So as I pray: Unlimited Blade Works.

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