© 2005 by Maria Clymer Kurtz

Hanging clothes on the line
stars debut on twilight's stage
secret hot in her pocket,
never knowing the glowing coal was rage

Fixing bikes, spinning wheels
whistling tunes and striking deals
have you seen which way he went
on a beat-up bike with a yellow tent?

Wobbling onto her feet,
trying not to tip the boat
here the water's green and deep
but she's never even learned to float

Sipping coffee cold
growing up and growing old
fold the laundry, turn the screws
plunge the paddle and wince at the morning news

Reaching out in the dark
afraid to collide
sparking, tumbling, heavens rumbling
left mumbling, stunned by the ride