At four this afternoon
the nearly full moon sat fat
on the power lines criss-crossing our street.
With the early ending November day
cold pinkening
his nose and cheeks,
my toddler and i took turns
dribbling a ball with our feet
from fence wall to fence wall
in the backyard.
He paused to pick up leaves
and pappus-covered dandelion puffs,
and with his breath
sent their parachutes sailing
into the breeze.
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