There was a time we smiled
without knowing a face, a name,
or waved a hand as if to say
"You're important, too."
In that time, time was
more than enough than now
with never enough of it-
as when crossing a road
and the car driver would
pause, horn silent, and let me pass.
Or that time catching the parade,
the horses stately trotting ahead
heralding the maundering floats,
while I, but a dreamy-eyed kid
arms held high,
waiting and waiting,
my turn
for the next
magic throw.
Copyright 2008 Francis Don Daniels
