She has glass cups.
His are stainless steel.
But only two.
When both are used, he uses hers.
A glass with a red hairband.
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you are rich in your neighbor
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She chose pink; he took red.
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She didn’t want me to play the flute to accompany the festivities.
It started with a juice bar.
Then a route for their plasma car
(threading between couches and under the table)
Bowling.
Drum Basketball.
A Lego Pinball Machine.
She drew up tickents.
And cash.
Her Animal Carnival.䷸䷱
three kinds of game are caught
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After they were done, we watered the vegetables.
She cleaned out the tub.
That one we never use.
It triggered a rusty flow from the hot water heater.
We flushed the tank.
Finally filled it up.
Four plastic ducks.
Warmed up the room with an open window.
A Sunday summer afternoon,
Two kids and water.䷜
water flows on uninterruptedly and reaches its goal
thus the superior man walks in lasting virtue -
Am I a stuffed animal?
She started with a lemonade stand.
It grew into a juice bar by the front door.
The main counter is a plastic bin elevated on paper rolls.
The cups are toilet paper rolls with taped bottoms.
The juices are math cubes of many colors.
Strawberry, lemonade, blackberry….
$1 each.
She trades shifts with her brother.
Their small chairs and stools fill the foyer.
Music from my ipad, Vince Gualardi and Bola Sete.
I sip on juice with the dolls.
It’s been a minute.䷉䷹
thus the superior man joins with his friends
for discussion and practice -
He took her ebook reader to mash buttons.
He reads his Bob Book.
Haltingly.
Sounding each short word.
This won’t last long.
Savor the moment.
But the mind rushes away.
To the siren song of the pocket computer.
And its infinite digital worlds.䷩䷓
it furthers one to accomplish great deeds
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The siblings invariably want the same thing at the same time.
Apples.
Step Ladder.
He’s old enough to pair the two.
He was scared at first.
Then he took to it.
“Fun of the high!”
“Fun of the high!”
“Fun of the high!”䷔䷢
the sun rises over the earth
the image of progress -
The stolen portrait at the juice bar was unappreciated.
I sketched her reading book.
She added a caption.
Bad, Bad, Bad,
Bad, Bad,
Drawing䷚䷵
for the provision of nourishment
brings good fortune
spying about with sharp eyes -
Old enough to throw; too young to catch.
Three of us in the twilight.
A triangle connected by a dimpled orange ball.
They laughed and laughed, each time he dropped it.䷖䷺
a shoal of fishes
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I saw his explosive temper in the mirror.
He interrupted our conversation.
We didn’t stop immediately, so he threw a tantrum.
Wailing.
Inconsolable.
Unreasonable.
A miniature dinner maelstrom.䷂䷻
difficulties pile up
horse and wagon part -
Oh the mass of humanity!
I met a friend on the Strip.
June favored us with cloud cover.
Chatted out at the MGM Park.
Two old boys, a long way from Cal, a short skip from 2000.䷻䷇
not going out of the gate and courtyard