With Ethan
on the pillow
h/is
tonsils turned outward – symmetry as summary
and flowers
caught between
whirling
wings – curling back like sprigs
a
tremendous agony gilded down h/is cheeks
a shepherd
in a brown
beret
nicely nestled next
to h/is
mumbling, futile hands
not uneven,
but even still
h/is
fingers sting
with the tra-la-la
tra-la-la
la-la
of his
summer gulch.
