Kick, Push

Dusk has blanketed the valley floor
and the kiss from rosy, red rays
descend behind Camelback Mountain.
The last of hovering heat slowly recedes
and the cool of night creeps over the trees pushing gentle breezes
against our wanting faces

Kick, push little man
Kick, push
your little leg on the Razor “red” Scooter
That’s right little one . . .
Agility crowns your body and confidence builds her home
Left-center in your little man chest.
Gravel!
And wibble, wobble
Don’t fall little one! You can have my hand . . .
Too Late! Confidence stole you from my grasp . . .
Kick, push
Kick, push
Come home little man
Night has stolen the day away