Ready Or Not

Ready Or Not

Despite a thousand warnings
from people who make it their
business to know,

the weather--
no matter the season--

is worse than

Gramma can ever remember,

and she,

(God bless her gentle heart)

has no business except to
remember her childhood,

a pleasant time when children
played simple games like

hide and seek.

Her eyes, closed tightly against
the bark of a shade tree in the
front yard, she counted slowly--

". . . 98, 99, 100. Here I come,
ready or not!"--

so that others, forewarned,
hiding amid silent giggles--

until, muscles taut, ready for 
the race back to the maple--
erupt like cheetahs

from behind the

neighbor's gate.

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