Thursday, March 29, 2007

“Cristobal”

Pudgy cheeks and dark Navajo-like hair
Jumps up and down from the play—pen…
A single paper plate with a rubber band entertains
His round little manly fingers as he licks the
Back and front of it.

He mumbles and demands from sister what she
Refuses to give more of—attention, but he
Slowly captures her bright and gleaming smile until
She lifts and throws him over her shoulder like a
Big bag of sweet bread,
Kissing, hugging and smelling his sweet breath and sugary
Saliva from his nine-month-old teething…

He giggles uttering a language of delight,
Gnawing the cracker in his hand while bronco-riding a pretend
Pony from his pen—
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth…

Could life be more tamed yet, wild?

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