how i lacked imagination

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we play rock-paper-scissors
and i lose

not because i let him win but
because he’s beaten me
with a well placed dinosaur;
hands chomping
                    at my fingers

                    / at three years old he’s figured
                    dinosaurs should no doubt

                    beat rock paper and/or
                    scissors every time

                                        which is true /

when i try to explain that the game
is in fact not called
rock-paper-scissors-dinosaur

he shakes his head as if
pitying me my lack of imagination

readying himself for
                    another go

some honesty on a tuesday morning

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there is that time in the morning when
bird songs mingle with the
sound of the sprinklers coming alive /

            < beads of silvery water cascading
            in succession down single blades
            of grass >

the gurgling of a percolator floats
through the still air;

watching the sun break
through a distant horizon, scaling single
story houses like an olympic hurdler –

the music of a coming day waiting for the
brass band of daily living to start up and
get us marching

i can think, with sincere clarity, drinking my coffee
with crust in my eye:

            damn, i’m tired.