Up There. You made it

Summer, the present.
Hotter than blazes.
The place, third floor walkup.
We’re off to the races.

I'm timed for departure.
But don’t want to go.
Some unfinished business,
I'm a tough so and so.

My wings like a copter.
My pitch, a no hitter.
My moves, Zulu war dance.
I’m no baby sitter.

That man with the candy
Has something for free.
He’s dressed like a dandy
And wants her to see.

Stay back, little darlin.
Go on with your games.
Don't follow who’s dancing
And calling your name.

Please take someone else,
Who’s better deserving.
Some other hardluck
Whose life road is swerving.

See who? See who, Lou?
Zulu, see who?

Don't crawl out the window.
Whatever you do.
I'll pitch for the Angels.
Catch this one for you.

Love ’s always for sale.
You’ll see what I mean.
A soft spot for children
To fall in that’s clean.

11/12/12
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