they go to the park sometimes,
and our non religious family’s saint gabriel
presents the future at knee height —
craning our necks and straining our lower backs we’re
forced to our knees, trading sand scrapes (pretensions)
for the view from a wide angle lens.
in focus right in front of your face,
the distance blurs…
but who ever said
the world had 20-20 vision?
i’ve always heard that was just for memory, and anyway,
i didn’t get glasses until i reached my father’s waist.


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