Tagged: children

like children, we wrap

like children, we wrap
our fingers tightly around
the end of summer

may we have the privilege to
worry about nothing else
.
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we are always a

we are always a
dirt pile away from childhood
memories – slipping
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: slipping

we let the neighbor’s

we let the neighbor’s
kids come over to make a
mess of our living
room – tiny fingers
breaking up packing
peanuts with so much
glee, spreading even
smaller pieces across
the floor, then
commanding the
Roomba to do what
it does best –
entertain small
terrestrial creatures

.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: terrestrial

across our land, we

across our land, we
are forcing children to put
away childish things –

last night, tonight, tomorrow night,
the night after, the night after
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: childish

sunday brunch with the

sunday brunch with the
batman is choreographed
until someone has

a tantrum, something breaks, someone
else insists it wasn’t him
.
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i never picked

i never picked
batman, preferring to be
someone much less
interesting,
like superman,
seeing
and hearing
everything, with
the ability
to fly away
.
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mom and dad vowed to

mom and dad vowed to
tighten up any loosened
screws before bed each
night so that we would
have another
chance by morning,
not be defenseless
.
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it’s 4:10 a.m.,

it’s 4:10 a.m.,
and vivienne doesn’t like
the end of daylight
savings and everything her
tiny body knows about
the way we force time
to flex arbitrarily.
her lungs are still puncturing
the darkness of 5:10 a.m.
as we practice wading
backwards through the
minutes until someone
can pick her up
from her cradle,
rock the additional
hour soothingly
into a new slumber
.
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even this morning,

even this morning,
i am hearing for the first
time the tale of grandpa,
bringing home
a pot of Madagascar
periwinkle, and how
his business thrived
for as long as the
garden blossomed
and his seven
buds bloomed
.
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for awhile – until

for awhile – until
it was bad form to do so –
they tracked time across

my right palm, as if it were
a new charter, an extension
.
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