dad, can you help me draw the world?
the world is round, son. so why not just
draw a circle?
but my boy drew flaky clouds, playful rain, a shower
of vandas and a lake.
dad, how do you find it? you know i'm afraid of circles. i was once hit
on the face by a bully's rampaging soccer ball, you know that!
i fell silent, bought him a balloon, white as an old ghost, like
another world where he can shade more;
tender, slender, the wind
a soft whistle.
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