Come Out to Play

Note: After a week of simply chasing the "high" of having a crush, I'm killing the liking I have for that wrong person. 

COME OUT TO PLAY 

 By Yen Reyes

With little paper boats,

afloat in a nearby puddle,

artificial cookware and toy cars on dirt,

and tiny pebbles scattered,

all around the cold, hard floor

of the heated earth,

he flicked a finger

to make them stones move.

As she await her turn,

with giggly anticipation,

there came voices.

they chuckled and pounded

against each other.

And she had her try,

with 'em pebbles.

He didn't see.

and nothing moved either.

One quick glimpse,

they knew for sure.

The pebbles are done with.

They left the area,

walking side by side,

at first.

Then,

She was behind,

his fast paces.

 and his wingmen.

Then there were mere spaces.

and shadows,

and fading voices,

against the backdrop,

of a setting sun.

She looked,

to where they are.

And lowered her glance.

Never play with boys.

"You delighted me."