Hoppipolla
I want to jump
dance
hop
into puddles
scamper off when the doorbell
rings and the door swings
open as I turn the corner
into your arms
one juicy pear in
your pocket
one you fingered
with much bravado
pirate fights in cemeteries
a dustbin lid as your shield
a triangular patch over
the eye for good measure
a raised wooden sword
sharpened
with a rusty penknife
"charge!"
spindly trees
bare after showering
the ground with crunchy leaves
sunset-coloured
let's grow old
let's grow old together
it may be a cliche true but
I want to walk into the sunset with you