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HE
IS WALKING WIDER
Ellen Pober Rittberg
He is walking wider and wider arcs
have you seen him?
my son, the biggest one
striding, alone,
on the highway overpass
straddling the horizon
above heaving trucks,
the world passing furiously
roiling world.
he marks his way steadily
across our broad town
placid
an ocean wave at low tide
he watches the geese on their course
the merchants closing their stores
perhaps he wonders where he fits.
he journeys far
still, I must let him
and when darkness spills
on the Malaga-wine sky
and he returns home
I must enjoy his levelness
and his curls
wending down his neck
goats down a mountain
I must praise him
and remember to pat
his manly shoulders.
for some, the world is as hard
as a diamond
but somehow, this child
will cut through
will make smooth sharp grooves
and sometimes may even lead me.
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