The bald little boy
turned to his father
sad entreating eyes
wordlessly
both hands up
clawing the air
as if squeezing
invisible rubber *****.
Dad reading Newsweek
a distraction from his local terror
saw the silent request
turned routinely
pulled out of a canvas bag
a fuzzy white lobster
handed it to his son
who held it to his chest.
What cynic said
love is not redemptive?
Written back in 2009 as I was waiting in a doctor's office. Came across it the other day as I was working on compiling my poetry of the last 17 years.