He remembers his son's young eyes,
clear and brown as marbles,
And when laughter made the boy's face
light up with joy.
He remembers his step, like a
thoroughbred's, galloping
through the dust,
And his enormous kites soaring
into the unknown.
A boy in cowboy boots,
exploring the jungle.
A boy enchanted with frogs
and the graceful flight of birds.
***
His father tries to find him now
in this other jungle,
sinking into the quicksand
of another world,
And he still remembers those eyes -
still young, still clear
and brown as marbles.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
He remembers his son's young eyes,
clear and brown as marbles,
And when laughter made the boy's face
light up with joy.
He remembers his step, like a
thoroughbred's, galloping
through the dust,
And his enormous kites soaring
into the unknown.
A boy in cowboy boots,
exploring the jungle.
A boy enchanted with frogs
and the graceful flight of birds.
***
His father tries to find him now
in this other jungle,
sinking into the quicksand
of another world,
And he still remembers those eyes -
still young, still clear
and brown as marbles.