Whispering

In purple and black, paint the sound
of wind and rain and quietly whisper my name.
kick-to-kick-fro

Draw blue squares two, staying inside
To play Candyland. Gingerbread men wait
For rains to subside
kick-to-kick-fro.

After noon passes and the day grows dark,
We race our bikes, swerving over asphalt
Laced with earthworm strands.
kick-to-kick-fro.

She settles into a seat, I push her higher and higher,
she wants more. Her hands tighten,
not sure whether to hold tight or let go
kick-to-kick-fro

In purple and black, the swing set creaks
And whispers out her name.
kick-to-kick-fro.