Above the Everyday
Exhaustion
gives him the eyes
of a trapped sparrow
as he asks directions
I scratch my belly
like the ape I am
advise
he take the low path
up here
my hurrying son
glows like the rain
as we share
biscuits
exchange landmarks
solve deep questions
like
who casts
the longest shadow
we watch them go
him in front
her with the map
and the attitude
following the lower path
they recede
like sweet papers on
spilt lemonade
legs thwack
the wind pulled grass
my hurrying son
dances
side on side
the track
everything
he sees described
stone
view
sun cloudened sky
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