my boy
miles has found
his latest thrill
in sending
pockets of
stretchy,
colorful
wrist bands onto the roof
to
commune with the birds,
have higher altitude air
and feel what it's really
like to have a good view.
instead of being smashed against skin all day,
barely over waist level high
and having to be active all day long.
now,
they can just unfurl their tiny
rubbery souls in the
new sunlight
as
a big
dude with
a fading scalp,
bit of a belly,
dirtied glasses,
slippers and
bad breath
tries
fetch the
bracelets down
with
a long
branch trimmer on a
ladder
that will
ultimiately
bring
peace to the
9-year old's
crumbled
bracelet
universe
of
calm.
