The Boy Inside The Turtle
Yesterday was an extra-long day
for the boy with no arms
or legs. Neighborhood children
played outside his window.
A soft machine, they circled,
joined hands, closed eyes,
jumped up and down: shoelaces,
giggles moving in time.
One caught the boy peering.
The boy contorted out of sight,
his breaths lumped on one another
like cows in a mat house.
He twisted too slow. Look,
it's the turtle! The children
gassed like an audience
responding to a laugh sign.
He shifted his weight left to right
back left, again right,
then felt from his chair- a pilot
balling out of a crashing plane.
He was familiar with this
Falling. So was his mother.
She'd surrounded his chair
with six layers of towels.
He waited there like a spilled bucket
of green paint. When he no longer heard
any semblance of playing,
he called his mom for help.
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