One come along with a bit of night between

Felt a little ping rattling and the nothing new

Laughing and laughing or trying to. Trying to stop

Smiling like a Kuster Beat-on when the ships gone down


Down along canals, battles of the loud boys flow

Holy hail raindrops rattling rooftop drains

Scuffle on the downward, scurry up the higher climb

Puzzle placed stones as the dull drums bleat above.


“Walking arm in arm, and we're on our way.”

“Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.”

“Let your finger linger through the coming day.”

“We're on our way.”


Misapplied step taken less than assured

Tumble on my tummy like a trampoline props me up

Feeling at the bump sprouting up this second head

Chattering on, the prattle battering my wits to shreds.


“Walking arm in arm, and we're on our way. “

“Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.”

“Let your fingers linger through the coming day.”

“We're on our way.”


One comes and a bit uneasy does he

Perch on her shoulder to appraise the view

Heave! “We've lost our way, have we?”

“No, I believe we'll make it through.”


“Walking arm in arm, and we're on our way.” 

“Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.”

“Let your finger linger through the coming day.”

“We're on our way.”