The last of the snow joined the rain today.
The uneven driveway slabs propelled it through the cracks
and it pools in the path of hurried footsteps across
the sidewalks; a unintended reminder to lack pride,
as the purity of winter now dirties my wet socks.
My son breathing lightly on my unclipped beard
as the snow fringes grass, leaves, then streets.
The dim light of the trucks that pleasantly rumble
through these picturesque scenes, rocking us to sleep.
And now a time, he rocks on both feet, scattered and
crooked, bounding foot after foot ahead of me.
January's serenity has become muddy puddles that he pounds
through, that the cars splash at us, that I scramble
to protect us from so he will keep his smiling peace.
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