Sling Shot
We peppered your plastic car with BB's
We giggled beneath the covers
We tinkered with greasy soiled fingers
We played air guitars and stumbled home at midnight
We challenged life and fired flaming arrows
at the moving target within us
You were an image of perfection to me
I was drawn to you like a lion to feast
You knew the combination
You traded with angels
You walked with anger
You played the game with ease
You sang a melody I longed to hear
Now separated by a forest of decisions
My face weathered and eyes thin
Your song lingers still
My fingers can touch you
but my heart knows you are out of reach
Copyright ©1993 by Darin D. LaGarry