A scrape on the knee.
A summer reminder.
Daylong adventures;
Balancing on decrepit
Railroad tracks with a
Jumping heart at
Every careful step.
And hoping a train
Won’t come to play.
Or if it does emerge,
A quick perfect dodge
Would save young life.
Battering soreness
Into exhausted heels,
Without care, because,
The day was worth
The rooted aches.