Child at Elbow
--for Howard
I am a child at elbow
my grandpa's maybe, yes
seven or eight, nose and eye
lashes caked with flour
Like this, he says punching.
At his elbow I'm too small
to land my fist against it
and so I blink, rub my hand
across my face and watch
watch a little longer.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Winterday 47
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