Innocently Wild
innocently wild
my two-year old son runs
exuberantly, naked in the upstairs
hallway between three rooms
blond hair streaking around
corners, small heels hammering
out a ragged beat on the
old wooden floor — he exudes
an innocent wild childhood freedom
that will be lost as he ages
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