our preschoolers’ chubby hands
scoop mulch
& dump muddy clumps
into our waiting palms
their tiny heads
conspiratorily close
collaborating in this
pretend pizzeria
us moms make no small talk
playacting a feast upon
the sodden slivers
slipping between our fingers
our eyes meet
reflecting the absurd delight
of living in this song, this poem
thanks for playing with us!
City Park, June
