planting secrets (poem 6/7/2021)

I'm writing a story - will you write it for me?

I've written too many of years long ago.

Please, give me a secret - like tea I will steep it

I'll give it right back with a lid on, to go.

I'm taking a break and I'm baking a cake

I'm planting my secrets, I hope they will grow.

The leaves are all falling and I hear you calling

my name with your voice like a ball that you throw

You're running and skipping, I watch as I'm slipping

away from the time and the places I know.

We climb up the trees and I'm feeling the breeze and

you struggle, the tree's got ahold of your toe.

Then later at dinner, we say I'm the winner

but winning and losing give off the same glow.

To adventure together in good or bad weather

's a dream, like a time when the river would flow.

So tell me your story, as you sit before me - 

Your secrets and mine have a long way to go.