96th Chorus

I tumbled down the street
On a tricycle, very fast,
I coulda kept going
And wound up in the river,
-Or across the trolley tracks
And got cobble mashed
And all smashed so that later on
I cant have grit dreams
Of Lakeview Avenue,
And see my father die,
Had I died at two –
      But I saw my father die,
      I saw my brother die,
      I saw my mother die
   my mother my mother my mother
               inside me –
Saw the pear trees die,
      the grapes, pearls, penny trees –
Saw little white collar girl
      with little black dress
And spots of rose on each cheek,
      die, in her glasses
In a coffin.
       But I raced my bicycle safety.