Fredo,
The open
palm squeeze of the cheek
A smile
for all ages from pristine lips
In the
great hold of your littered laughter
Keith
Moon,
Drumming
on tables, on floorboards, on me
Trying
to find the beat, one and a two and a three
Bump,
Scared
of a song that does not apply
Looking
for signs of tragedy
For comedy
is never free
The girl,
Grandmother
moniker and constant refrain
Pretty
in pink but handsome in blue
Just
a name but not a destination
Nins,
Nickname
from the great woman I know
The heart
always fire; the heart never snow
Virtue
is honesty is passion is gold
Essie,
Nothing
prepares for a daughter like you
One handed
typing because you never let go
Constant
harassment and wallet grabs
Rolling
in sleep and walks through grass
Learning
curve and open heart
I hope
to one day
Be worthy
Of your
Hype.
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