Bazooka or Double Bubble
the biggest decision I had to make that June,
my mentor was the girl six years my senior
who lived two houses away.
Brown braids and freckles,
her calm made order out of mayhem,
her smile resolving daily skinned knees and bruises.
A skate key on a cord around her neck—
like some preteen utilitarian angel.
I skated through July,
hanging my last
in a long line
of replacement skate keys
securely around my neck
from my dad’s old compass cord,
knowing by some prescience
far beyond my years
that mentors, like meteors,
streak by quickly and are soon out of sight.
And…..remember this song very pertinent to the topic at hand?
Prompt words are mentor, compass, mayhem and bazooka.