poetry

balance

balance

each arm scoops a boy
hugs him close
one moment my attention bends more one way
next it teeters toward the other
but always in the center of my chest
my heart is at the fulcrum
not oscillating at all
doing its best to keep the whole mass stable
and every bucket topped off to the brim

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