| Here in front of Old Rice School | | | | Paul, Minnesota, Mike E. Siluk (my brother), had a |
| (underneath arc lights)the boys (the Cayuga | | | | go-cart, he was the talk of the neighborhood for |
| Street Gang)wait like candles on an alter- half lit. | | | | that season, and perhaps well deserved. He had |
| We are bending over looking downwhile Mike and | | | | everyone in envy, but he worked hard to acquire |
| his go-cart readythe world for light. | | | | the only co-cart (with his paper route money), |
| None of us noticed it then, theboy, girls...boozed, | | | | this side of the Mississippi I bet. And Old Rice |
| that twilight had sit:how funny, it was like a | | | | School, which was just up an old dirt alley from |
| festival-a square rigged cart of steel, witha motor | | | | our home, was a great place to have a go-around |
| on its back, made us hold ourbreath, hoping our | | | | runway for the go-cart. It seems nowadays, |
| turn would comenext, to ride and drive this | | | | go-carts are almost everywhere not anything |
| mad-mouse. | | | | special, perhaps times have changed, but 'the |
| And then your turn came-countingstopped, | | | | world in light' or setting the world for us in a spark |
| breathing regained- | | | | of light, hasn't change at least in memory and in |
| I mean, you were different now, youhad the | | | | this poem I tried to recapture that moment-or |
| reins. I didn't care all thatmuch to drive and ride, | | | | perhaps better put, to recapture back that |
| that mad-mousearound and around, the school-but | | | | extraordinary feeling. Yes indeed, those were |
| moreso to be present, and feel the world in light. | | | | special days. Dedicated to Mike Siluk. |
| No: 2387 (5-23-2008) Note: back in 1959, in St. | | | | |