Comes to Call
Their family comes to call
with gifts and their son.
Unaware of physics,
the boy perches
on a glass-topped table,
ties tea-bag string together—
a drippy necklace—
bats napkin wads,
races down the hall.
Thank you for coming;
don’t come again.
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Published on 08.18.05
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