On and On

The sky was the purest of blue
With thick puffy white clouds

The ball bounced slightly left
The child missed, laughter on the air

Chasing the ball, the child ran
Almost grabbing it, almost catching it
As the ball rolled away

Down the street a car was coming
Not hurrying, not slowly, just coming

The mother screamed at the child to stop
She ran, knowing she would not make it

Waving merrily back to Mom
And still running forward, the child
Continued

So met the child and the car
And the world ended

As the sky remained a blue beyond pure
And the thick white clouds floated on and on