Crumbs.

Like crumbs in between the keys of pressing fingers
We shook like the belly of a man
filled with the sun
of smiles as bright as this child’s joy
Curved in lines on a steeper climb
made it to the top, touched you
and ran shrieking
somersaulting
dis remembering
what
way
glares

down
fell onto flatness
tumbled onto a runway
with floors dropping models 
plunging us
leg before leg, we tired
we shook
and rode his feet
saw the ground tremble
like the hairs we planted
in the garden of our hopes
and left those crumbs to the mouths of others