moon-faced boy

June 25, 2009 at 5:38 pm Leave a comment

By my door sits a moon-faced boy

his eyes roll in the palm of his hand

he toys with them between his nimble fingers

he makes them dance across his arm

up to the empty hollows in his face

they perch there for a while

roll away again

he smiles gap-toothed

and giggles

when he sees my outstretched hand

the paper rustle of money

he strokes those eyes a final time

and hands them over

grabs the money greedily

and turns and runs

he cannot see the bars that block his face

nor can he know the distant pleasures

he will miss

he doesn’t care it seems

his smooth skin ripples with rain

his smile pierces the darkest cloud

the earth opens herself to him

obeys his tender touch

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