Mine is a bird’s eye view
A simple observation deck
Pierced by polaroid snapshots
And passing commentaries
As the ‘Downs’ kids arrive
Gentle kids in grown-up bodies
Punctual. Smack on the dot at 8:14.
A few people grimace and mumble
The ‘kids’ don’t know they don’t fit in
And they don’t know I have adopted them
Pumpkin Boy’s a round kid
a ball of brightness in orange jacket
& always his clean high top sneakers
Meticulous. He perchs, pinky out
Ties and reties. A perfect knot.
‘Mickey’ smiles ear-to-ear
as if the world’s his buddy
chirping gibberish words
fluttering fingers up and down
A puppet show. God laughs.
And ‘Ebby’ with her floppy shoes
talks too much so Mickey blurts out
‘Hey!You’re supposed to be quiet!’
Keeping each other in line. A giggle.
No hurt feelings. No one snubbed.
No one knows they’re all mine.
I love them. These kids have wings.
© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings