Track

Author's Note: Brad and I wrote this poem sort of sarcastically after our first away track meet where we lost by three points. We both do the high jump and were destroyed by two opponents who jumped much higher than anyone from our school. At first, as I said, we wrote this for no reason, simply to satire the strange style of my adopted poet, because his poems are normally very strange. After some revisions, it actually emulates William Carlos Williams' style pretty well, so I decided to post it. Also, note that we used some poetic license here, there really was no tragedy that occurred. *Brad also gets credit for this poem and it is posted with his permission*


As the bus rolled home
it hit a small child
shattering his little head
like the high jump
bar shattered our dreams:
How sad.