One come along with a bit of night betweennFelt a little ping rattling and the nothing newnLaughing and laughing or trying to. Trying to stopnSmiling like a Kuster Beat-on when the ships gone downnnDown along canals, battles of the loud boys flownHoly hail raindrops rattling rooftop drainsnScuffle on the downward, scurry up the higher climbnPuzzle placed stones as the dull drums bleat above.nn“Walking arm in arm, and we’re on our way.”n“Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.”n“Let your finger linger through the coming day.”n“We’re on our way.”nnMisapplied step taken less than assurednTumble on my tummy like a trampoline props me upnFeeling at the bump sprouting up this second headnChattering on, the prattle battering my wits to shreds.nn“Walking arm in arm, and we’re on our way. “n“Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.”n“Let your fingers linger through the coming day.”n“We’re on our way.”nnOne comes and a bit uneasy does henPerch on her shoulder to appraise the viewnHeave! “We’ve lost our way, have we?”n“No, I believe we’ll make it through.”nn“Walking arm in arm, and we’re on our way.” n“Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.”n“Let your finger linger through the coming day.”n“We’re on our way.” n