Object Lesson
by ~huskerYoung boy. Innocent. Curious.
Fields of adventure.
Wandering. Stick in hand, imagination in tow.
In the distance an object. Silent. Still.
Young boy. Innocent. Curious.
Stab with the stick. Nothing. Silence.
Close inspection. Flat. Texture.
What is it? Why is it here? Will it answer?
Tactile senses reveal more.
A softness never felt.
A warmth rarely seen.
It has become a playground.
Imagination. It is paint.
Cover the body to conceal the beauty.
Cover the body, head to toe.
In the distance a cry.
Louder. A voice wavering.
Recognition.
The voice of a mother.
His mother.
Young Boy. Innocent. Curious.
The reply.
"Shit, coming mom"
The answer revealed.
Young boy. One step closer to a man.












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