Tuesday, January 23, 2007

The general comes from the specifics

Red! Red! Stickers
orange and yellow.
Speed with wheels,
numbers and Lightening flashing.
"Let's race."
Eyes wide and whitewalls.
Small enough to fit in his small hand:
when he finally lets it fall
from his grasp, the metal
is warm to the touch.

Hard and bruising
in the dark
on my arch,
beloved of my beloved.

1 comment:

The Curmudgeon said...

He probably won't.

But you get bruises and inspiration, so that's something in exchange....