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"Lava Lamp" by James McBride I sit and watch a lava lamp, the prize My fourth grade son received for reading books: The Readathon at Roosevelt. He eyes Me as I gaze, with a puzzled look. "What are you doing?" "Thinking about you And lava lamps and all the stuff we would Have missed if we had not had you." He nods and leaves, as if he understood. Indifferent, the viscous spheres rubbing and Sliding and bumping couple and divide. Our coupling, neither quiet nor cool, began Again the chain of life that bides. The fruit of passion, play, and love and joy— From love, new love-our dear, dear boy. | | | |
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