while this man leads his son
into the woods
then beats him to deathburies him then drives
back homewaits for the sound
of fists on his door
small gift given to a starving dog
or my son
who wants to ride a bus
or a train or
a planewho can't decide
which toy he wants to bring
to the sitter's
on tuesday morningyou want proof that i can
still recognize
the small beautiful things in life
and this is itthe mistake we all make
is in confusing anger
with blindness
