He shakes his, universal, "Uh uh."
But then, he's from a place where the rivers run north.
So I applaud him,
Give him wings
To see if he'll fly away.
I try to think
What the sky is like
At night, where he stretches out
And put his hands up
Beneath his head.
I try to measure him,
Inch by inch,
And not take a single one for granted,
One of them may be the key
To crack the code,
So that I can understand
His customs and his syntax.
I want to know if his "uh uh's"
All mean "no."
-jenn
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