when one's son is still
young enough
to go to summer camp
but old enough
to pack his own bag
and write his own initials
in the toe of each sock
the waistband of each pair of boxer shorts
the label of each t-shirt
etcetera
etcetera
etcetera
A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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