Homage

One bright day I stood aloneon a school playgroundtwisting blades of grassin my child-sized fingers.Then suddenly, a hot jolt of pain.Yellowjacket strike!Soon my finger swelled to twice its size.Then it was my eye.Later, I overheard someone say“You know, he could’ve died!”But I was rushed to the hospitalin that old green truckdriven by the red-faced teacherContinue reading “Homage”