broken_arm_dreams pete i float in the air, between the sky and the grass, my back to the ground, my legs thrown forward by the slick trail from the hose. one arm finds its way back, in position from the run, ready for the tumble that is sure to come. the other arm waves forward, frozen, afraid. as the space between quickly fades, the earth rises to catch my arm between itself and my body, leaving it limp. ah. the memories of the days before, the days after, we knew he'd get better again. each time i go to run, i slip all over again, seeing his face in the slick grass beneath my feet, he smiles, i laugh, i feel the pain, i fight the tears, but i'm only five and know that what hurts is bad and what smiles is good. he smiled, but he was in pain, so i smile too. his eyes light up as his body fades away. his body stays, his soul transcends, he is gone so young, my arm crippled for a season. he is gone to the one, i'm lost for a decade. 050820 what's it to you? who go blather from