There was a girl
grew up to be a schoolyard gossip
-wasn’t that steady on her feet
every time she rushed toward us excitedly with
her latest report on who’d done what with whom
she would always manage to trip over some invisible obstacle
she tripped, but never actually fell.
it was part of our daily routine
every morning break time
three of us sat on a bench beneath the tree
at the school entrance
one or two other older kids lurking nearby
and her, lunging toward us clumsily with a “guess what…”
it was a comedy to behold
I used to secretly wish her to break a leg
before each performance.