Listen to the hallways: library, church, hospital, school, a rocket is loose.  Little feet race, pitter-patting the music of youthful ballistics. New shoes, booster packs. Gone.

Spring, symphony for the eyes. Approach carefully, May and June, tiger cubs are loose in the park. Playful paws bat the wind.

Mom look! (heart pounding) Two little feet planted firmly atop the: steps, chair, bench, book case–jump! Two little feet firmly unplanted. (heart pounding) Flight.

Chrysalis abandoned. Another bag of shirts and jeans, out grown.

Heart. Soil. Distant hands drop seeds, a prayer. Rain. This is love. Even while he sleeps.

 

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