Unaware of ‘Green”

And a-pow and a-pow,
The thump of his palms
crash upon his world
with a poof of summer dust;
his dimpled knees, pushing
craters into the hot earth.

Lashes and hair like a feather duster
the color of New Mexico,
his striped tee over his
round belly
bunches up over
the eggshell-toned cloth
wrapped around his
tiny, round bottom

A glistening pearly tooth
pushes up through his virgin gums,
sore and aching, as he pushes in
clumsy fingers clasped around
the satisfying spill of summer dust,
to be poured onto his wet tongue.

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