In my opinion
the most fortunate
travel in peculiar propensities
in the existence of mind

custom to have no other means
upon a manner
inclined to believe
to convert

told less power is certain
in the history of the habitual
the simple and easy tendency
to madly reflect the prosperity,
free and democratic
then mourn

the shallow inquisitive present
this predicament
is impossible

the vivacity of change
the justice of right
and stands in greater need

to remember the unbent
to see existence
it remains beyond consideration
in which the poor,
the power convinced of encroaching
naturally certain that order rests

“1     2      3     Go!!” shouts Darren, then dashes across the carpeted living room in his navy swim trunks.  As he approaches the kitchen, he thrusts into the air and lands on the tiled kitchen floor in a fetal position. He slides but a few feet, not so gracefully.
“Come on Darr…” I egg my brother.
“You gotta do better than that,” Steven, our eldest brother cuts in, “what was that stupid ball shape you made? That’s not going to get you very far.  You have to dive across the floor.” Steve interrupts and gestures with his arms into the air.
“Really?” Darren asks.
“Ya…like superman.” I add with a convincing smile and a head nod.
“Ok.  Let’s try it again.” He says as he walks past us into the living room.
I squirt some green Palmolive soap on the tile floor, and rub it in with my hands making a soapy residue.  “Its good to go.” I shout across the kitchen towards Darren in the living room.
He doesn’t count this time and sprints across the living room carpet.  And belly flops on his stomach. Moving less further than before.

“Owwwww” he exclaim, “That burnt my belly,” he says while rubbing his tummy.
“That’s because we didn’t put water. We need water to make bubbles and make you slide like superman,” Steve adds.
“I’ll go get the hose,” I state as I run out the kitchen into the backyard.
A few moments later I return tugging at the hose and dragging it into the house.  When I enter the kitchen, I notice a lot more soap on the floor and see the two of them twisting and dancing in it.
“I’m going to turn on the tap, let me know if its too much water.” I state, “I don’t want mom killing us for soaking the living room carpet.” The water trickles through the hose into the kitchen and we begin to make a soapy, bubbly mess.
“This is going to be epic.” Steve states, “So remember to fly like superman, not to do that stupid ball shape.”
“I will.”  Darren replies with a assertive nod.
He sprints across the living room, jumps and dives into a foot of bubbles at the kitchen’s edge. He slides across the room through a layer of bubbles, gets suds in his eyes, and swallows a mouthful of soap in the process. Distracted by the awful taste and squinting from the burning soap, he crashes into the fridge and begins to cry.
“There goes our slip n’ slide.” Steve states as we rush through Darren’s bubbly tracks to see if he dented the fridge.