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MAN CHILD My son has become a gangling shrug, A grunt at hello or goodbye, And cloaked in this bubble of arrogant youth, He hides his sweet nature inside. His eyes are his mother's. They blaze out beneath A strong brow, so akin to my own, And soon now those shoulders will broaden and change As his voice, which changed some months ago. I watch his large hands, as he wrestles his friends-- This insolent cub with the lion's great paws-- And see both a stranger, and sometimes a mirror Reflecting his strengths and my flaws. I watch for the glimpse of the man that will be, Sad that the boy must depart, But his smile is the smile of the child that I held And ever shall hold in my heart.
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The Accountant's Soul
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Commuting
Cosmology
Cross Pollination
Drawing Lessons
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Gliding
Grace
Hypothermia
A Long Way South of Now
Manchild
Monument
Mountains
Onion
Oyster S(Hell)
Poetry Juice
Poetry Lessons
Rorschach
Roses in Winter
Salvation
Scrub Pines
Sonogram
Squam Lake
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