She feels the gaps at first,
The salt-lick thirst at the back
Of her mind.
Some jokes are less risible,
Symbolism less rich
(Some of it – less easy, anyway).
She is aware of her lack of awareness,
The essential nature of
Basic linguistic shortcuts
Sundered,
Plundered from me
(She sometimes thinks).
In a month or so,
The only thing she notices
Is that she’s less encumbered,
Somehow more willing to smile,
Mildly hopeful
(Where the grownups despair).
It’s a thundery afternoon, and one of the endlessly
Restless kids
Wigs himself with a yellow duster
Summons up a kind of
Honking shout from a pouting sneer
(Sheer mirth bubbles through her).
Without context,
There is no pretext
Present for punishment.
Unburdened, she laughs,
Daft in half-light with the surprised
(delighted) children.
Picture of #45 from Daily Kos. Picture of laughing children from Children’s Ministry. Fancy edit done by me (I’m so darned proud!) |
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