A child chews on his toy
Lucid imbecility
A baby’s lallation
All his l’s are r’s—
My dumb joy
When I talk like him.
EXPLORE
Of the Moment
We will always have
pariahs and darlings,
wars and rumors of wars,
plenty of old hatchets to exhume
and soft centers to exploit.
I'd rather contemplate
the spaces between raindrops,
marvel...
