I’ll see a lifetime of us.
How you watch me
take so long to put my shoe on,
and don’t get bored,
and prefer me,
like you prefer all of yours.
And when I still chattered like a fizzy creek,
you listened,
and you want to know
about the things,
and then,
and also.
And you tell me about pain and your travels,
plans and bridges, your mom and dad,
the bugs on your arm on summer days,
and sometimes
underneath.
And at night we sit at the pond,
and I listen about how you and mom ,
or about how you and her didn’t;
I’ll understand.
And we don’t skip stones,
just toss’em,
and silence,
the wind in leaves.
..
Others too, but
for J.B.,
for G.L.
