Balloon Catchers

We were the balloon catchers

The tree jumpers

And bread carriers

We were the coat pocket hide-n-go-seek sunshine pals

We were the cat walkers

Boy kissers

Close line hanging dirty-kneed trousers

We were the satin cigarette on the tip of your fabricated tongue

We were the toad capturers

Drum beaters

And flower crown crafting field runners

We were the carriage pushing crocheted baby blanket thinkers

We were the picnic havers

Pipe smokers

Bunk bed whispering wing flappers

We were the paint brush whisking tulips of your withered garden

You are the war fighters

Love hunters

And pumpkin patch hand holders

You are the carnival going popcorn smile throwers

You are the music dancers

Shadow livers

Picture taking flower pickers

You are the world fixing babies of our destruction

Here’s the world, child

Don’t mind the bruises