Summer slips through the screens of the cottage
the game of Risk busies the two boys I’m babysitting
while I sit on a couch across from them playing mind games with myself
staring at the phone, wondering if I should call.
On the board, it’s black against green
the battle rages with every dice roll deep into the afternoon.
Derek’s preparing to conquer the Ukraine, giving him all of the world
eight years old and already conqueror of the world
where does a kid go from there?
Derek’s little friend, seeing he’s lost, concedes the world
“I give up!” he says throwing the dice across the room.
They land at my feet.
I promise myself if the dice roll a seven or higher I’ll call you.
It’s a six.
That’s as close as we’ll ever come to anything.
cause you’re someone I could imagine taking over the Ukraine with.