not for battle

June 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

there is a space here
on the steps where
I’m sitting

as the children run
some barefooted some,
to their mothers dismay,

in their socks
in the street across lawns
with sticks and balls and squirt guns

Sol on his downward track
as another few magic minutes
are peeled back

and filed away and
this space beside me, you see,
I’m reserving
for Joshua

if he’s willing to sit for a while
and stop the sun again
not for battle this time

no, but
you are welcome, sir, to sit
and halt it’s procession onward
simply for the wonderment
of this hour

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