A Game With Passers-by

January 4, 2012 § 4 Comments

They turn their heads

When I drive by

In my little red car

I toss them a smile

And they high-five

And shoulder bump

As if they’ve just won

Some great victory


You don’t understand,

My husband says,

You never have

Yes…I do

I want to say

But what good is it?

Except for a lark

A game with passers-by


So I stow it

In the back of my mind

Because I know

Whatever it is

It won’t last forever

And I’m afraid

When the time comes

I won’t want to let it go


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