Prompt #9 The Day She Learned How Not to Bounce

For today's prompt, I want you write a poem about a memory. The memory can be good or bad. The memory can be a blend of several memories. I suppose it could even be a memory that you're not sure you remember correctly. Take your time finding a good one (or good ones).

The Day She Learned How Not to Bounce

A girl sets out from her home
in jeans and a light sweater
on a warm spring day.

She walks the back roads
the same as always, bouncing
along in sneakers, the wind

in her long hair, her face
warmed by the sun.
When she reaches the light

at the main road she begins
to feel strange. A car stops
and some older boys lean out.

She follows their eyes down
to where they are pinned and sees
two round mounds have appeared.

She can’t cover them with her hands
so she looks straight ahead and walks on
trying not to bounce.


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