Walk don't Run

my tippy toes on the edge of the curb 

my eyes on the blinking sign 

my thoughts messy inside 

my insides rumbling with a new kind hunger 

my knees wanting to wobble from side to side 

my nose twitchy before the big sigh

my ears filled with those poetic lines

my hair telling the story in black and white 

my hand, my hand 

my hand squeezed tight in yours 

my tippy toes on the edge of the curb 

my eyes on the blinking sign 

my thoughts messy inside 

my insides rumbling with a new kind hunger 

my knees wanting to wobble from side to side 

my nose twitchy before the big sigh

my ears filled with those poetic lines

my hair telling the story in black and white 

my hand in yours, walking over the curb, toward the sign, no hunger, with no wobble, sighing, listening to poetry in story, with you to the other side