A Rebel Find

We giggle in recess, twirling our curls,

Boys will be boys, chiding the girls,

Running in circles outside the yard

familiar elders folding cards

Classicaly timed, a turning sort,

for teachers final planned report.

A heckler hides the rebel find

of timings tick tock, thoughts unwind

a stall a hiccup, a wonder to see,

an exalting choice to forage free

Indelible glide, snap scar scape

A needle pierce, a slice to take

the seamstress closes a wounded heart

to seal in letters of loves upstart.

A parting gift to bridge the gap

Mimicking breaths in it's final tap.