Red Toboggan

Feb, 23 2011 | poeTREE and pROSE | admin | One comment

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 5^th 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

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