I noticed her standing there,
leaning into his ear, to share a little secret
focused on their conversation, from afar
remembering, now, the moments before
she skipping, running, sliding across the playground
in my peripheral vision, from the left
diving to a stop, to his ear
What must have been so important
so urgent, at five years old, at 7:43am
needing to be exchanged, the hand-off deftly done
parting quickly, the spy and her handler
he now with a grin, from ear to ear,
she across the blacktop
to quarry more juice
September 2, 2008
Pembroke Village School
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Little Secrets
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