friends

she flies out of the door
runs through the grass
kicking up crackling leaves
laughing
smiling at the sun
straight to the back yard fence
where is the little boy
that lives there?

she stares over the fence
and waits
he doesn’t see her
standing there
he isn’t looking through his window
isn’t waiting for her

she sighs
looks down
lower lip pushed out
he isn’t coming
she turns around
and slowly wanders
back to the house

@bonnie pignatiello leer
(Published in Juice 2007)