"Make a big fist now", he urges
My own drowning in the grip
Of generations
You sidle, stomp,
Shake your shoulders,
A veteran performer
But still up betimes
We have been told your story
The intricate knit of land
And prey and you,
And watched you land, sighing,
Laughing, snapping, pointing, shuffling,
Shifting from foot to foot.
I feel you echo this
On my fingertips,
Watch, incredulous at fortune,
See you duck as the image-maker
Blinks and beckons
"Come on, boy!"
I release you to your warden,
Still in awe, grinning,
Head spinning;
Wishing, wishing, wishing.
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Photo by Carla Keen
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