Around the corner,
a blast of blue
comes screaming
just outside the coffee house.
A small boy,
no more than five,
is a beaming
chocolate goatee
from the local ice-cream parlor.
A woman chases him
with the exasperated look
of a mother on a date
with her son
.
Her eyes still red
from her four hours
of sleep,
but her smile:
as big as her son’s.
She catches him as he stops
at the smell
of fresh chocolate chip cookies
emanating from the coffee house.
Her motion is quick
and calculated
as she turns him around,
zips his jacket,
& kisses his forehead.
She takes his hand
and they are off.
I assume they live happily
ever after.
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
Around the corner,
a blast of blue
comes screaming
just outside the coffee house.
A small boy,
no more than five,
is a beaming
chocolate goatee
from the local ice-cream parlor.
A woman chases him
with the exasperated look
of a mother on a date
with her son
.
Her eyes still red
from her four hours
of sleep,
but her smile:
as big as her son’s.
She catches him as he stops
at the smell
of fresh chocolate chip cookies
emanating from the coffee house.
Her motion is quick
and calculated
as she turns him around,
zips his jacket,
& kisses his forehead.
She takes his hand
and they are off.
I assume they live happily
ever after.
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