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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