The little boy inside me
\nhas almost disappeared.
\nHe goes to the pussy willow bush
\nand touches its flowers
\nof yellow fur.
\nThere is chill in the air.
\nWhy does he try
\nto keep me alive?
\nWhat is he hanging on to?
\nHe helps make the years pass
\nand a peace has settled
\nin both of us.<\/p>\n
He sits on the sandstone steps
\nof our house with me,
\nwearing his short pants,
\nlegs bruised from play.
\nWhat we say isn\u2019t said.
\nSomehow he knew I was
\nwith him.
\nHow strange to be older,
\nbut younger than he is.
\nHe seems to understand paradox
\nbetter than me.
\nChildhood as my older brother.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The little boy inside me has almost disappeared. He goes to the pussy willow bush and touches its flowers of yellow fur. There is chill…<\/p>\n