Friday, January 13, 2017

Poem for her 11

Dear Readers,

Waiting by the Gym Door

She was running full tilt and then she stopped
Did several odd things but those were through the air
Then she hit the pad and stopped again
She turned to look toward the Door
But no one was there
Again she breathed and ran the other direction
Full tilt again and then she stopped
This time she flew through the air in an arc
Landing in a pile of soft cubes
Getting to the surface she again looked to the Door
But no one was there
She climbed out of the pit of fluffy cubes
Took a deep breath and ran full tilt in yet another path
Then she stopped and the flight through the air
Was into his arms
He was at the Other gym Door

For Her Birthday,
Love you babe.



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