I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
as if it were a portent.
Faster and faster it rolled,
with me running after it
bent low, gritting my teeth,
and I found myself doubled over
and rolling down the street
head over heels, one complete somersault
after another like a bagel
and strangely happy with myself.
The Bagel
David Ignatow
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Poem topics: away, happy, running, wind, head, street, complete, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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