Twilight Memories

Two foot tall Malibu lights flash

intermittently as they slowly come to life,

lighting the way to wood paneled wannabe mansions,

and signaling the end of our daily adventures. 

The last of the hold outs, we huddle beneath them

with our jacket hoods over the top… giggling

and telling spooky stories in our makeshift tent. 

The first call to dinner comes but we ignore it…

knowing full well in ten minutes there will be another.  

We talk excitedly about our upcoming mud ball fight,

our impressive arsenals, and then taunt and laugh

hysterically while imagining each other’s demise. 

Darkness falls as the second call beckons more intently!

If we wait for the third there will be consequences along with it. 

So with sore butts, skin pitted through our clothes

from the gravel, we hop up say our goodbyes and

rush toward home calling out promises for tomorrow. 

With each footfall we push a little harder…

so that when we reach the door it appears as though

we made the effort for that home cooked meal. 

(For Billy)

Copyright 1/20/2011

Dani Heart

Banana Seats, Blue Eyes and Laughter

And so you said with your eyes intent and beaming

“Just try… we’ll do it together and if we start to fall

I’ll put my feet down… just try”.

If ever there was someone who could will

something into existence it was you!

Then with sweaty, trembling hands,

pushing years of denigration out of my head,

I gripped the bars stood atop the highest pedal

and pushed off hard with my other foot.

We wobbled horribly while gaining momentum,

but to my complete incredulity we did not fall!

How perfect that I experienced my first

inklings of freedom amidst your hoots and hollers,

and encouraging smacks of camaraderie…

the day I learned to ride a bike.

(For Billy)

Copyright  2/8/2011

Dani Heart

Buried Treasures of Yesteryear

Good that you were smaller, not abler, but more willing

To trudge through the muck in search of the pay dirt

that would feed our candy fix.

And I your able assistant…

did my best not to make contorted faces

when you emerged from the debris

with your mostest bestest find…

With a little tape and glue and warshing

you’d say with your eyes beaming,

surely it would bring a pretty price?

They never saw us coming

with your ice cubes in Antarctica smile

you’d fleece them of all the change they had to spare.

With blond spikes, blue eyes of wonder

and unabashed enthusiasm…

What mortal could have possibly resisted?

Most certainly not I. 

(For Billy)

Copyright 1/21/2011

Dani Heart