Monday, September 7, 2015

small stone 5 - Race You!

February 6 - Race you!

From the school bus to that embrace
To now she says: "Race you to the doorstep!"
And I say, "You got it!" So we go -
"On your mark, get s- Hey! not fair!"
She just went running but okay, she's
Coming back, laughing like,- oh God!-
Laughing like the world is all hers
Or that the world will never end!
And under her breath she says, "Just kidding!
Come on, let's start all over!"

So again we go - "On your mark, get set, go!"
And off with the wind she - looks back, though.
And runs to me with arms outstretched,
Ready to lift my prostrate form,
Like she, for the love for me, could undo
That misstep I did,- clumsy, mortifying!

"Please don't die!", this time, she is crying!
"Of course, I won't!" Now, quick to my arms
This angel I take. And seated both we are now
On the driveway, yes, not quite by the doorway
But in each others' comfort,
"Hush", I say, "I'm okay!"

I'm no good at racing, am I?
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