The poetic city: “The Matchless Pleasure Of A Four Year Old 2/15/15”

The Matchless Pleasure Of A Four Year Old     –   2/15/15

It must have been the mound of oak leaves 

Recently raked into an enticing pile 

Making them so scoopable 

That the neighbor’s boy couldn’t resist 

His urge to fling up handfuls 

As high as he could 

Taking delight in their descent 

Showering his head with light and lightness

While his mother gardened 

On the other side of the car 

Now knowing, or pretending not to know,  

The dissipation of her patient efforts 

Into the matchless pleasure of a four year-old