Things He Can Do Which I Can't
He can make a knife
out of cardboard and a clothespin.
With wood scraps
he can build a death-ray gun.
A banana
is a telephone.
The floor is burning hot lava.
The furniture, islands.
He can swim
in a bathtub.
With one paper and three pens
he can fight a whole war.
He can sleep
when there is no money.
He can cuddle in a lap
to make everything right
and, you know?
I think it is.
.....
From my book Son of a Poet
Later published in Poetry Breakfast. Thank you Kay Kestner, editor.
Photo of myself and my son taken in 1982, which is also when this poem was written.
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