The headphone was tangled up with the axle of his plasma car.
When he pulled away, he pulled the workstation over.
Coincidentally, Windows had an update to install.
A big, long update.
䷺䷸
he dissolves his self
no remorse
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Fortunately we didn’t lose a hard drive this time.
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Fun is sometimes too much work.
During breakfast we play the Wordle and the New York Times Mini-Crossword.
He often butts in.
This evening, we tried a full size crossword puzzle.
It took 52 minutes.
Fortunately he slept through dinner.䷳䷶
keeping his trunk still
no blame -
Could you end a strange dream dark program?
I dreamt my boy was a robot.
Possibly malevolent.
I cradled his body and felt his soft hair.
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inner truth
pigs and fishes
good fortune -
The made-up word instantly entered their lexicon.
Floof!
A dramatic way to spread the blankets over the kids.
Momma hates it.
Kicks up too much dust.
They love it.
Especially when I whip the blanket down.
A quick floof.
More dust!
The nightly ritual.
After brushing teeth.
Before Mommy’s kisses.䷏䷣
it furthers one to install helpers
and to set armies marching -
Wiping the tables while watching the sink.
He called her to wash dishes together.
She soaped while standing on a stool.
He stood on a blue chair to rinse the dishes.
I stayed on the floor.䷃䷥
one meets a like minded man
with whom one can associate in good faith -
She chose pink; he took red.
She has glass cups.
His are stainless steel.
But only two.
When both are used, he uses hers.
A glass with a red hairband.䷈
you are rich in your neighbor
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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