you see the boy
in the creek,
knee deep in the swirl
of blue
sky water.
he reaches in to catch
the silver
fish, but to no
avail.
he's learning early
about love
and happiness.
he can see it,
almost have it in his
hand,
but it's rarely
there.
Monday, September 14, 2015
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