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Poetry | June 2004

Boy Child

By Ona Gritz

The stray ballpoint, a gun.
Umbrella, a sword.
Hands empty,
the air gets a roundhouse kick.

Is this typical “boy” I want to ask.
Or just typical of this boy?
Past bedtime he’s enacting battles,
strategies elaborate as chess rules.

Finally, he crash-lands beside me,
seeks my shoulder, slurs “Mommy . . .”
I stroke his sweat-damp hair
until, shifting position, he sleeps,
arms thrown back in surrender.

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