a stocky little body – September 1

9. 1

a stocky little body of a boy

climbs into my lap

touching places of

memory.

 

I still know how to

ride a bike

read the book

and talk about Mr. Peppers and his cat

who loves orangesickles.

 

a lifetime moves too quickly from

boy on lap to lapping for a glimpse

of boy. I can barely keep up.

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