I just like the last stanza of this poem.
Near the School for Handicapped Children
His hat is rammed on
his shirt jerks at his body
his feet cannot hold in
_______the sway__ he cannot keep still.
When I see his face, it is freckled
to remind me of nephews
his limbs remind me of how straight
is my own spine and that I take my fingers
He is waiting for the green ligh.
_______My fingers clench
__I am hurt by my wholeness
__I cannot take my eyes from him
__I fear my daughter may be watching
He has been dressed carefully
__I’m here I’m here I’m here
his whole struggle rasps me like a whisper
__and when the lights do change
___he skips across the road he
____skips he dances and skips
_____leaving us all behind like a skimming tambourine
______brittle with music.