the web's purple oval between the brothers,
verdant Maui over my left shoulder.
a red cap flashes down the dark secret stairwell
and into bright sunlight...
soon, a squeezeable blue ball of earth
wings through an open window,
and a small gray brain caroms off the glass.

earlier, Princess Pee-pee eliciting giggles in the dark.
then gobs of hot fudge and ice cream
spooned down to tunes from the ancient 50s
and stories of faraway cabins along deep clear lakes.

then we're burning the dolls (Goo Goo, that is),
racing the pods, sliding wheeled chairs
down hallways, elevators levitating.
a boy's voice lilts: i've got the whole world,
in my hands i've got the whole wide world...
and soon, a mother's voice floats up from outside:
gramma's waiting... it's time to go home.

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