the woman clasping
the legs of her child
as he sits on her shoulders
and they jump together—
their blond curls floating
in the afternoon wind
just above the white fence.

I watch them bounce
on what I imagine
is a trampoline;
I see only the floating
curls of the pair
and the mother’s love
for the legs of her son.

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