the drawings you would bring in
were drawings of a tower with a fairy princess
leaning out from a high turret,
a swirl of stars in the background,
and bright moons, distant planets with rings.
Then yesterday you brought in
a drawing of a scallion,
a single scallion on a sheet of white paper—
another crucial step
along the path of human development,
I thought to myself
as I admired the slender green stalk,
the white bulb, the little beard
of roots that you had penciled in so carefully.
No comments:
Post a Comment