Pumpkin juice.

I.

How about running?
I ran steady elsewhere.

"I can't care when you're careless", I said,
and I ran.
I left with a walking stick and resembling
for once, three-legged ceilings, withered.
With gratitude on beacks of doves, sure.

I thought of Christmas.

"Will it ever arrive?"


II.

Say, is the race over yet?

Tell them it's not over, the race.
See, I wasn't promised anything!
And still I return
with plastic boots and sticky wet clothes, awkwardly.

And I tried, I chatted, I spilled nonsense!
And it wasn't enough Edna, how come?
How am I gonna be able to time with wonder?

I made pumpkin juice

"This will do."



III.


How did it happen?

Well it did.
We were two bottles of Coca-Cola, and moving.

And when the gates were closed we were still moving and boiling cells,
and we were walking for the first time.
Say, we're numbered now. Wired, so, will this ever change?.

"Sure."

I've come a long way, haven't I, Edna?


Today I run again,

ahead.

myself worthwile.