Becca Wild
I thought I heard two people walking behind me.
It could have been us. 

He asked, where do you want to go?
And she said up up
she had been swingset-ridden,
riding on those cranky chains
great pebble kicking feet
and hands angry at work on hangnails & rings.

to my childhood, to the chimneys,
to wonderland, to the bottoms of turquoise pools, 
to the basketballs on telephone wires,

and bowed to the pavement hill.