hit & amiss
eyes like that
you nearly did it, boy
42 minute tour
this scar, here, your elbow
the little one on your knee-
but you jumped the gun, alright
trying too hard in the
soft rain you aimed for lips
busy smiling silent questions, saying
‘what are you made of?’
and ‘I can sing
but can you play?’
and last but not least,
‘how far, how long,
how high?’
and ‘oh, I see’.
and so,
I turned my head.
