“Red Rover, Red Rover
Send Casey right over”
Steps to join the game
Kids staring at me,
Looking at my dirty tennis shoes,
My frilly socks full of lace on the edges,
Running up my legs and rolling back down
again with each jump.
Steps taken apprehensively back from the
Sheer size of the other kids, beckoning
on the other side of the playground.
Their arms swinging like an elephant’s
trunk as they hold hands, jaws-jutting
forward, mouths open, teeth gleaming;
a challenge to the opposite team.
Seconds to think.
Feet pounding the pavement as I run
Full speed at the game; the outstretched
Arms of my classmates egging me on,
The wind tousling my curly hair,
My socks bouncing merrily up and down my legs.
Satisfying crash as the finish line of arms
bursts open and the smiling faces of my
partners grabs me in a hug, swinging me
around just in time to grip their hands
and stand battle-ready for the next flash
of shoes and hair pushed forward by the