Thursday, November 20, 2008

1-2-3

one.

a child is the greatest
memory, it lives like a
snowflake, whose temporality
is so extreme, it's managed
to become forever
it hangs in the air like words
like a promise

two.

I look over at my wife
changing my son's diaper
in the middle of the night

he is squirming, crying
and soft in the dim light
I laugh at the little fellow

three.