Sunbeams
- jeffpoet
- Oct 1
- 1 min read
Sunbeams
for my son
From cooking pot and steam
late afternoon light
thick kitchen air
sunbeams
the children hold
like golden ropes
and play a game
of climbing up them
the eldest pleads with me
to join in too
reluctant to trust
the insubstantial thing
I take his hand and climb
the mote of his belief.
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