glimpse a child’s blasé rending of dimensions   witness the shape-shifting delight of a toddler shouting to her mother:  ‘mama it’s Mickey Mouse!’   shame on eyes that cannot see cartoon ears sprouting from the grain at wooden interlock of hexagonal cocktail tables in a hotel lobby

savor squeal of 3-year-old granddaughter high in a playground swing & her unstrained dismissal of chronology:

‘when you were little I used to push you on the swing’

aha to the brash logic of her 4-year-old cousin:

‘I think I’m fast, then I know I’m fast’

childhood is fragrance not my destination

my see saw made of precision & revelations in the night

my lover’s fetal curl & breathing under cover of urban darkness

mi sueño spiced by lost attempts to make meaning from our baby talk

Mi susurro unfolding

Monk on Mysterioso

Lord have mercy of daddy’s imaginary keynote at

million man march   salsa of tires prowling streets soaked by sudden rain

timbales on the canopy sheltering the midnight hour