Child
Brody
The veil parted, and three-year-old
Child Brody entered the magical kingdom
far away from all the confusion of the
world where his grandparents lived and
the five senses ruled the body and starved
the famished soul, —
Hungry for affection, Child Brody ran
across the street and found new friends and
played and laughed and played and laughed,
telling his grandmother to go home when
she came to get him for dinner, —
“Go home, go home” the child insisted, and
his grandfather too when he crossed the street
with a goblet of wine and bigger scowl. “Go home,” he
said, pushing at his grandfather’s knee, because
they did not belong in his magical kingdom
where he was free to be Child Brody.
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