little boys

loud honking trucks
in our living room
zooming crashing
trains routing around
the coffee table
tall cranes swinging
large structures emerging
from the carpet
sounds of industry and effort
sputtering from future
captains of industry
under our Christmas tree

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to little boys

  1. danae mcC says:

    This brings back pleasant memories–busy, happy kids, the satisfaction of having provided toys that are interest-appropriate skill-builders.

    (We have no pre-adolescent tycoons to call our own these days, but I think the children in your poem must be really teensy if they’re able to play with their toys under, rather than beside or before, your Christmas tree.)

    I enjoyed this.

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