little feet short legs nylon jacket
down the concrete path beside the water
Grandmont Park
geese gather here
we walk
stepping in every puddle
yellow rubber boots shining
he carries a hammer
a real one
it is a part of him
he’s building all the time
our voices echo across the water
greeting the geese
twinkle twinkle
puddles and hammer and song
all tie together into one
bouquet of
boy
bursting----------forth
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