Small Loves

Last night you taped your
wish to the window.  Today,
the first snow.

School conferences,
and you glow softly like the
byproduct of love.

The conversation
we have with our eyes – wordless,
you say everything.

No one said it would
be easy, though the things that
matter sometimes are.

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Two boys
lean against

the brick wall
by the entrance

to the school.
He says,

Goodbye for now!

and runs to join them,
leans just like

they do,
boys,

observing
the opening

world. The yellow sun
flashes round

his ruffled
silhouette,

still flavored with
the sleep of morning –

and my eyes,
they cannot see

if he looks
little still,

or almost
grown.