FIRST LOVE

He straggles along
shyly behind her
hands shoved in pockets deep
hair unkempt, shoes scuffed
lost in thought

She is his princess fair
a good foot taller
in her wobbly high heels
and tee-shirt
impeccable braids

Wondering what he can give her
He strokes the wriggling bullfrog
he carries in his overalls
Dismissing the thought
digging deeper he withdrawals
a crumpled stick of gum

She takes it gingerly
lost in her own fantasy
Childhood sweethearts
unconcerned with the world
Encompassed in innocence