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