Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The Birthday Gift

Light reflected off the crisp
Sleek orange yellow plastic
Splits my retina like an M-16
Click click lock and load
Faux chrome clip fits poymer dart bullet warhead
Neatly into chamber

Mop- top graces shining eyes
Laughter bursting through the scope
Orange Bakugan shirt no longer flaps loosely
One more weekend for blue shorts, summer soles
"Here comes my RPG! Gotcha, Daddy!"

Mom in Birkenstocks toddles three-year-old twins
Her eyes seek safety.
Her shoes show scorn.
The straw buyer grins and frets at once.
His tie-dye shrugs, mumbles.

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