Leapfrog

I play leapfrog with the bus

down 15^th Avenue —

It stops for passengers,

I forge forward,

sometimes coasting, sometimes climbing.

It’s not my choice of game,

dwarfed, as I am,

by my opponent’s size

Somewhere along the long climb

up to 90^th,

I sense it must have turned,

leaving me to the scent of lilacs

and the quiet waving

of the backlit grass.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 7, 2014