Sitting inside the oven’s lower drawer Between the cake molds and over the cookie sheets His laughter is laced with bubbles. No one knows why sitting inside a drawer is so fun. I’m standing near the kitchen door Admiring his imaginative game.
The toddler studies the situation closely His raspberry lips contort in a pensive pout Patches of gold hair stick out from the back of his head Like a crown fashioned in a very different land Where the cake molds and cookie sheets are lucky.
Lucky they have such a terribly beautiful king.
these are from two years ago but i haven't been able to write since. i'm hoping i can get myself to practice by posting some old poems on here.