little park around the block from my house
Justin Hyde
cute kid,
a woman on the bench
calls to me
as i wipe wind-tears
pooling at the bottom
of his eyes.
diana is loose at the edges,
but ive always liked
a little extra
within reason.
her daughter
climbs the jungle gym
as i bounce my son
on my knee.
we turn in on each other
share easy laughs
about these creatures
whove upended our lives
like atomic bombs
we dont regret.
she keeps tucking
small strands of blond hair
behind her ears,
kicking
of her right foot
brushes softly
against my ankle.
a man gets
to a certain
age.
he can read the heat
from a woman
like an oil-dipstick.
or all the unnamed
hurricanes
welling up
inside him.
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