Sport 9: Spring 1992
The same day a..
The same day a
lizard licks your
wrist, a newborn
baby laughs
in its sleep in
your arms, remembering
the good times.
Like when he sat all
morning once and
watched a fire
on the hillside, flames
flaring up the
ridge.
The past flickers
across his tiny
face. He speaks all
romance languages.
We rely on him
for understanding.