This Kid’s Big Day

Skies dazzle with purples and pinks

as the once-bright orange disc

and each ray

sink, etching my world with wonder

and my mind with vivid mem’ries

of this day.

By any kid’s measure of fun,

my day had reached the pinnacle

of perfection.

Playing with pals, finding two bucks,

extra innings, and no need for

a correction.

But when I see the apple tree,

in Mister J’s yard, I realize:

Day is not done.

So, I sneak into the yard to pluck

the forbidden fruit, when I hear:

“Hold it, son!”

Mister J grabs and squeezes my arm

with his hand, and yells for my folks

to get me.

While I wait for my punishment

I know my day went from marquee

to crappy.