over the fence

you see the kid
next door
climbing over
the fence. she can
barely make it, still
at that age of being
a gumdrop in shape,
but manages
to slide over
the chain linked
stretch that keeps
the woods at bay.
when she sees you,
she stops and moves
the hair out of her eyes,
adjusts a band around
her wrist
and says, oh. hi. i was
just taking a short
cut. the quick blush
on her face hints that
she may have been up
to something, but it's
fine. we all are to
a certain degree.