Let The Good Times Roll: a poem

let the good times roll

roll off your tongue

down the orange red purple

stained wood flavored popsicle stick

dripping down your chin

onto the cracked sidewalk below

standing on the steps of the

catholic church in the small town

where he used to ride his bike

so quickly bumping all the way down

down the gravel road beside the pig shed

where you learned to ride your own

sky blue cloud covered banana seat bike

your legs splayed out sideways

in an upside down “v”

so scared of the wind in your hair

the wind that keeps on blowing change into your life

changes that leave you

breathless and wide eyed and wondering

what’s around the next bend

leave you forgetting to snap pictures of the moments

but at least there’s no camera to leave behind

always a phone ready

no roll of film to forget

so roll on with it

roll on life

yes let’s

let’s go

let the good times roll

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Tansy Julie Soaring Eagle Paschold