from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (49)
our lives changed
around him
the first born
.
that summer he turned one
I read dante and the moderns
for grad school
.
at night I’d rock him singing
row row row your boat
until he’d drift to sleep
.
now he has a child
and that summer
floats away into dream
.
like a mountain river
we happily crossed
splashing in the sun
(April 7 2020)
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