Walking home one afternoon,
I noticed she cared about my world.
She was always the center of
a popular girl I was privileged
walking her home every afternoon,
climbing actual hills
until our homes a block apart
appeared on the horizon,
indicating now my time
her goings to her world
mine to my own.
There was nothing sedentary in my world
when she might speak to my state of mind.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2021