Playing with Patience
He stands by the shed door on a sunny afternoon
"Do you want truck?" He asks me
Translation: I want my wagon
He loves when I pull him around the back yard,
which probably seems bigger to him than to me,
although I tire after six laps
He does not seem to mind when I stop
Sitting back, he watches the sky or
plays with the handle, studying its path
as he drops it to the grass
Bored, he'll flip it over,
spin the wheels
Then go into the house, open the refrigerator door
Pull out a cup of yogurt or pudding
Take it to the dining room table
and wait
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