Kindergarten Poets

Kindergarten Poets by Robert R. Ciccolini

Some of them like to use
big, shiny, esoteric words that
leave you stuck somewhere-
lost.

But some of them understand,
and coax something out of you

like goosebumps or a tear- or just
plain awe. They understand the
richness in simple things:

a hug hello, honesty,
paste.

Like the paste my son used to stick
the sun to the sky in kindergarten.

It's different than the stuff that can hold
a truck in the air. It's more soft

like the running
hug hello and
the honest eyes of my son.

There's no cunning there.

So take all your big, shiny words,
all your sophisticated rant-
all your Kant.

Just leave me alone with my son.

His hugs and honest eyes,
his kindergarten sun

will
stick to me forever.

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