A Super man’s leg hangs precariously
arm hooked into Simon Says,
its round yellow red and green follow me
halved over other action figures.
it was unintended war and brotherhood.
Lawn not sodded picturing the new house.
I hop into the Ryder cab, musky from moving
to Trinidad Albuquerque Waltham Alexandria Modesto.
The Armada Super Cons Transformer leaps on its armrest
surveying with infra-super beams. All negative. Radar beeps beep beep
in view: Built To Rule Tonka Avalanche Snowcat. Rumbling
along the truck seat stitching
farsighted Optimus shoots with Track Laser Cut Ray.
Hearing boxes stack and furniture thud, our gate cinches:
On a Mickey ball I bounced on the deck with Brook
held onto the rubber ears
and hopped towards the rock retaining wall.
And that one snow
bombing down Moon Mountain
the water main snowed, rounded became the jump of death
leaping into the air, feet splaying across the sled
we touched down.
Like that year when the wall was filled with yellow jackets,
Brook grabbed the hose
poured water through deck slats. With a honey dipped stick,
I watched the wasps fly in and out of the rocks we waited for moments.
Yelling OK, I jabbed into the nest and ran as Brook sprayed water.
In the window seat, the truck rolls out onto the interstate.
I jump across blocks and over telephone
poles, bouncing on storefront awnings
they give little under my weight.
Wires carve parallels into the mountains,
my eyes move me
the road curves towards the sky.
We approach a green hill
macroscopic I jump over it.