Most are like
Hand puppets or
Toy trucks or
Dolls they’re nothing
Really without you
You give them
Voice and dreams
And life you
Give them sounds
And quests and
Adventure the whole
Fairytale ending and
Happily ever after
Children play with
Toys and dreams
Adults play with
Adults same dreams
Different voices all-together
And back again
To a clean
Blackboard and chalk
Drawing words and
Numbers and hopes
And punishment but
Fresh I am
To thinking that
Perhaps I’ve used
Up my stockpile
Of love that
Perhaps it’s time
To forage and
Store some more
For the next
Season when love
Will blossom again
With chagrin I
Admitted truth betting
Against the house
You called my
Hand forcing me
To show my
Hand then you
Yours we tied
No loser free
To play another
Hand of perhaps
Truth or dare
I woke up
Thinking like a
Child perplexed by
Division me divided
Into you equaling
Something less than
We were at
The start now
A period placed
Before we were
Just two numbers
Now were less
And not more
The words are
Flowing like draught
Beer all fizzy
And foamy quenching
With just a
Bit of bite
Drink me down
And belch knowing
That you’re satisfied
And soon will
Swoon with words
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 