" Jump away, jumping boy;
the boy I was shouts go."
There on a three wheel tricycle with a yelling push
with his love, blonde, holding on behind.
This is the image of a hill and to be pushed
towards and the going up that will take us
down. Going down.
Is this what will happen? Does it come from a dream?
Love. Holding on to his back. Their screams.
while winds are hot against their necks.
And then coming back down
Finding her still holding on
while the wheels are going down
all the hills, then
Knowing they are together.
With the wind and the sky.
d. n. simmers is an on line editor with Fine Lines. He is in will be in Poetry Salzburg Review, the Storyteller, Iconoclast, Plainsongs, California Quarterly, Poets Touchstone, Bluestem, and Nomad's Choir. He is on line in poetrymag.com, red river review, new american digital, storyacious, and word press. He is in an newly launched anthology Royal City Poets ( 4) and was in Van Gogh's Ear, Paris France.