Saturday, June 18, 2005

Stutter Mutter

Jumbled words race hopscotch
over each other in his brain.
They slow to an irritating drip
before they reach his mouth.

We wait for him to finish his thought.

At five years, he doesn't
have time to waste to get it right.
Impatience brushes persistence
as he mutters his latest feat.

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