RANDOM THOUGHT NO. 4
There’s this thing I used to see
kids at the playground do with their dads.
They’d stand on their father’s feet,
the dads holding the
kids by the arms, walking stiff-legged like zombies.
The kids had to trust the fathers
to guide them because the fathers could see what was coming
but the kids,
holding tight to their dads, moved blindly
backward.