Speed of passage
A City moment
Speed of passage
A City moment
Too soon the colors
Blazing on the trees
And roofs of cars
And city parks
Will match the clouds in
“I will stand here, then slowly scoot in and get us tickets. No one will notice.”
“Are you kidding me?!” I tried to keep my voice low. Fortunately, it wasn’t difficult to do, muffled as it was already.
Doug shrugged, scattering orange and yellow.
It was a bad idea. This whole thing. I never should’ve let Doug talk me into it.
“It will be so much fun!” he’d said. And … anything did sound better than being cooped up in a hospital bed, my face swollen and bruised and covered with bandages after reconstructive surgery, while everyone else went partying.
Doug’s initial idea was to bandage the rest of me like a mummy, but I wasn’t going for it. I had enough of bandages. So Doug ‘borrowed’ his brother’s bike leathers and brought along some plastic ‘armor’, a roll of fake cobwebs, and a helmet that he somehow managed to fit over my post-surgically-wrapped visage. It was a bit too snug in places and as soon as he’d pulled it on I knew I’d regret it when we tried to remove the thing from my poor head. My noggin was five tons of throb.
We’d gotten through the nurse’s station undetected, and were now trying to crash the doctors’ party at the end of a hallway off the lobby. There seemed to be tickets involved. Or invitations. Or IDs of some sort. Now what?
Music crashed against my ears. I was tired. I wanted to be back in bed. I should have gone as a mummy. Preferably in a sarcophagus. At least then I could lie down. It wasn’t even three full days since my surgery. What was I thinking?… Clearly I was not.
“This is stupid!” I hissed.
“You’ll see,” Doug, undeterred, maneuvered his wrapped wheelchair into a corner, shedding more leaves, “People don’t notice trees.”
Oh, I could see already. And more than I wanted to.
“They would notice this one,” I grumbled.
Already Doug’s stick arms and bony torso showed. Someone should have hold him that being a potted tree in fall was doomed to leave him sitting in the nude.
He saw the gnarled trunk and the orbs
Undulating in the breeze that
Caressed his cheeks and flipped the end
Of his shirt up
On his tummy
When he ran.
He heard the crunch of grass-blades
Under the smooth soles of
Each step sinking slightly into the
The thump of apple
Filled his ears,
Alongside his own breath
In his chest,
And the sound of his family
Rustling plastic bags
And creaky wooden crates
And pinging metal pail.
He smelled the crushed grass,
The too-sweet scent of slightly
On damp ground,
And a whiff of the caramel
One on a stick
For later on.
Around the fruit,
The sky in his eyes and
The taste of last year’s
Faint and candied
For the dVerse challenge: senses
Just you wait
And you’ll see
The real brave
I will be!
I will walk
With feet bare
From right here
To right there,
I will cross
And not fall!
Note: It is WAY too early yet for me to do anything relating to the other meaning of the prompt word. So, nope … it was gonna be a “not” for me … 😉
Side by side
They keep near
In the wind
In the rain.
Limb to limb
They hold hands,
Friends in all
Friends in fall.
As cold wind blows
And worries grow,
And stash fresh hope.
As harsh congeals
And harm leans close,
Good words of heart:
They’ll help you cope.
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