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and the wonderings of a mother
who hasn’t signed up for
instead she shifts her son’s head
to drop in a remedy for swimmer’s ear
Saturday marked by ten, twelve hours sleep
a body in repair
and the luscious knowledge of the intangible
it’s called Rest
“You know the park is just down the street.”
“He can walk there on his own.”
“Everyone here does it.”
What choice does she have?
Sign on the dotted line
put a number on his back
swear fealty to the clock for fear of falling behind
Or what if stop-motion movies
puppets and pizza tag
riding bikes till twilight
made for enough of a childhood?
What if boredom became a challenge?
Live in the world
surf on worksheets
dig up Redstone
write the series about
Super Parnassus the Potato
and his Grape sidekick, The Greginator
this verse is homage to the slowdown
allowing for mothering and fathering
any which way
in the gray lies truth, freedom
and knowing the human who chose you