As I sat down to write something,
the doorbell rang.
It was a partial ring.
As if not fully pushed is what I mean.

My eyes averted left,
where I saw a boy run.
Green shirt,
very fast, dark like me.
Not lucky for him,
I had just cleaned my windows.

Inside I laughed. My face showed it.
Refusing to run after.
He's a kid.
I'm old.
And I wasn't properly dressed.
So inappropriate.
Oh yes!
That's why I didn't retrieve him just then.

I did catch up to him moments later.
He was so shaken.
To be brief, the boy left
in laughter.
I was not mad with him.
I was puzzled.
Sat thinking, I thought doorbell ditching was a thing of the past.
I was almost honored.
I will probably never see him again.