i breathe in your little boy sweetness
a cherished bouquet
all heat and syrup and soap
as you reach down from the high bunk to
hug me goodnight
your little hand
fitting like the pit of a plum
During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention. My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
Hope you enjoy.