A boy screams
In his mother’s arms.
Her hand planted on his hat,
An up-and-down tug-of-war.
No one else
Seems to be looking.
This boy is screaming.
This mother is trying
So hard, she must care,
Or she doesn’t enough
To find alternative methods
To getting her kid to sit
And stare silently
At a flock of pigeons,
Diving and twisting in the wind.
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