The Daily Palette Vintage

First Memory

It was a rainy spring night, and I walked the narrow street. The world was tranquil. I even sang merrily because I was a little boy and knew nothing of the dreadfulness of the world.

Suddenly a man furiously drunk, tottering, shouting, kicking, and knocking on windows recklessly, showed himself and split the world in a moment.

I ran home. It was my first experience of the outside world, of fear.

Now that I know I'm a poor coward, I wish I could forgive the furious man because (I may be wrong) I think he fears the world like me.

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This poem originally appeared in Volume 5, Number 1 of 100 Words, a journal published by the University of Iowa's International Writing Program between 1993 and 1998. Each piece in the journal had to be 100 words or fewer, and each issue had a theme. This issue's theme was "On Memory."

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