magnet tipped
blue red
tossed to metal target
we try for bulls eye
circle within circle
sometimes we hit it saying
I waxed you
and sometimes it’s close
and we say I edged you
and we go again
this old game
catching a five-year-old’s excitement
his long blond curls bouncing
as he keeps a running bright-eyed commentary
and I’m the lucky one
red darts flying straight to my heart
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