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07/24/12 - (2)
Kids
For the ten days Savvy and Parker stayed with you, Granzo Linda, I was able to play resident kid, again, A character actor perfecting a role so natural to me, For my having set imagination free, these many decades, Composing poems for all moods, motivations, miraculous manifestations.
Part buffoon, part pantaloon, part Bozo Under the Sea clown-loon, Part fooly-fool father figure, part professor father-confessor blesser, Part most closest friend, part least friendliest of extraterrestrial enemies, Part Old D, part L.-derly D., part plain old L.D., Part older than oldest of the ancientest antiquated oldster-youngsters,
I've reveled in getting to know, with their total acceptance (Or almost so, considering I've entered their game quite late), Just what makes this beautiful nine- and eleven-year-old, These two perfectly tuned cuckoo clocks, with Einsteinian complications, Tock and tick and trip their cogs' fantastic precocity so sui generisly.
And as for you and me, Granzo Linda, "bust Gamo" in the whole world, Just look at what glorious kingdoms we've had revealed to us, Merely by aiding and abetting their predilections, fantasies, and fancies, Sharing Madagascar and The Amazing Spider-Man, at the movies; Happy China's scrumptious buffet of Oriental "delicacies";
Pumpernickel's (alias Pumperpenny's, Pumperdime's, Pumpkinpenny's), For lox, cream cheese and bagels, French toast, egg salad and onions; Five late-afternoon swims, at my high-rise's pool; A Saturday-night sleepover, amidst my Art Nouveau "naked ladies," Watching Happy Feet Two, breakfasting on Fruit Loops and fruit;
A Sunday visit to Trilogy and Tony's, to watch baby Tristan Play, drool, climb, crawl, cause toys to light up and make noise; A sleight-of-hand passage through the Magic House; a night at the Muny, Following the exploits of Biblical Joseph and his amazing Technicolor coat, While munching on nachos with cheese and an oversize pretzel.
But now, dearest L., those ten days are fast lapsing into was and were, And I seem to be growing up, growing older, older, again, tonight, Here in Brio, as I reminisce, having dinner by myself, And you're at home, restoring the house to its ordered adultness. Starting tomorrow, you be Savvy, I'll be Parker, and we'll never leave.
07/24/12 - (2)
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