Children fighting,
too many of them.
Cries. You, nephew,
whose name I don't
even know, just fell from
the stairs. His name,I have recentlylearned, is Caleb.
Somebody
said it really was
just a slide.
But now, crying,
tears spitting out
and mouth puckered
in lemonic response,
you sound
like an 80 year old
being carried
out to the sea.
And that sea
sure is angry.
Some of us grin
at your tragedy,
young though
probably
so profound
to you--
I like the
response of Kendra,
my perfect niece,
who just drools
and contemplates
her next move.
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