Red Toboggan

We fly down the hill, two grown ups
One red toboggan
We giggle and laugh
Mouth so open snow flies into tonsils
The snow comes down like bubbles
The night blankets us
We have found a snow globe, a little world of our own
As people are tucked into their beds, tucked into their lives
We are following our own footsteps back up the hill
For our 5th trip down this slippery slope
Deciding who’s going to be in front this time
Whose face will be the windshield for the flying snow
I tuck my feet under the curl of the toboggan

You hand me the rope, the reins
Slide in behind me
One of your big boots going up and over and in between my legs
On the count of three you tuck the other one in
And gravity pulls
Pulls us out of ordinary life
And into this magical evening
You are not 40, I am not 39
But 6 and 5
And it is settled
You are the childhood friend
I never had

One comment

  • Ross

    I love this one!
    What a great and magical night that was:)

    March 11, 2011

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