His wall-eyes
and Khakis
covering thick thighs
His bendy slab of body
his laugh,
spitting image of his dad
His bright outstretched hand
his eyes
looking up the bricks to where the bells are ringing
His smile
the movement of him
ribboning like a rainbow trout on a fish ladder
His eyes
one heaven-fixed, joining a flock of starlings and scattering
His smile,
His glorious eyes
I can see him!
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