his world is an ear to ear thing;
he'll take a toy or play with what you bring.

pulling the hook from a rubber bungie cord,
i say that hook is part of the whole cord, Kai.

fingers working to de-hook the bungie, he says,
'well pawpaw, now it's not.' wyatt earp in my life.

cut, dry, here, there, new, old. all specifics.
i comb his hair to meet the gray areas of life;
...still yet to come.

to those things logic is a challenge. airlines have
parents mask themselves first, then the child.

finding proof of who he is will be a journey;
i fill a knapsack of ancient ideas, beliefs;
all mirrors reflecting reflections of worlds;
those to go to, those to know of, those to take.

05/08/2011

Posted on 05/08/2011
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