177–Grandboy Wisdom

so night ends with the cry of
grandboy who knows when
it’s time to get up though we
would like to sleep past dawn
the coming of the light we have
again practiced dying letting go
to sleep renewing each cell
our bodies hold reaching for
morning in dreams desires
daily bread so much more
than a divided being whose
bread comes from the grocery
store could fathom god on
the tongue butter of love
dripping from our satisfied
lips closer to what one year old
grandboy knows so well

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