14 : 20
had never endeared such
innocence as they bounced
lightly with each waddle of a step.
how gently they twinkled.
seemingly stuck in a haze
—full of unlikely dreams—
grey minuscule droplets,
landed on the top of his head,
resulting in the purest chortle.
muddy puddle; in which he
sprung, frolicked, leaped.
forget hop skip jump.
Papa; remained tight, annoying.
then the lights turned viridescent,
and disappeared around a corner.
