If we were children
together on some
playground of a
made up world
I would show
out for you-
turning somersaults
as I vaulted from
a pinnacle swing,
loosing slack-
jaggling chains
to twist behind me.
My rubber soled
Keds smacking down
solid on hard packed
dirt. I would cut my
eyes to see if you saw
from a teetering
tottered board
lifting you up
gloriously.
I would share my
lemon-heads with you,
my red-hots, I'd
give you the arrowhead
my brother gave me-
a treasure that is
the finest that I
might own, I
imagine you'd like
it quite a lot. I would
woo you with notes that
said check yes or no,
and if you said yes
I'd run slower
at kiss chase in your honor.
I would stretch
out long and lean
in hot, spring-sun warmed
fields of clover looking
for the lucky one that
would make you
grow old with me.
If we were children
together I would love
you nearly as much
as I do right now.
