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Jul 2017
mucho akimbo, all elbows and knees
sudden as summer rain, white as paper
he falls through doors and windows;

then,

closed like a shop on Sunday,
shutter-eyed, still as a nightbrook,
a dry wheel under clouds; silent.
my son is autistic...
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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