found him riverside, splitting frogs on hay rake;
my tear-burst; aghast, he consoled;
throwing dozens in currents saying, see
they're ok! they're swimming.
I ran incoherent to parents who said,
shush, don't tattle, go play.
he goaded vicarious anger.
I took another swing at him.
he straightened his shoulders,
grown-up-like, informed: if you hit me there
I'll never be able to have kids. I stopped
long enough for his running head start. blinked.
chain-smoker, guarded eyes,
my mother blathered at.