Jelly-bean baby
transposed by this grinning boy,
all teeth and June tan.
Five years since he entered the world
with the fury of a summer squall.
Oh, always emphatic,
fists curled fierce or open with joy,
moods sliding like mercury...
And now, surging forward,
his face tilted toward the future
as though it holds the warmth
of sun.


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