And still the lion roars.

Not of two years

atop plastic slide

public baby pool bound

dictating his terms

to the undulating savannah.

But as a mighty four-year captain

of playground pirate ship

leading, encouraging, commanding

his invisible crew.

I envy him.

Fully submerged in adventure.

Not toe in, nor lapping rolled up trouser.

But deep into the silky blue.

So submerged, my half-hearted, self-conscious shark

Brings a flash of real fright to his busy eyes.

I envy him.

So consumed by the moment

That reality is make-believe.

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