I remember joy
quivering and leaping
inside a smile
that lit the sides of buildings
as I ran to meet
my baby boy
each evening
I remember joy
made sweeter with anticipation
Hurrying to swoop him up
steal him from watchful eyes
Dance him home
Where I could have his smiles
all to myself
The memory is pale now
edges crumbled
from repeated views
Sometimes
I cast about my kitchen
nibbling edges of things
tasting from every cupboard
but never satisfied
and I realize
I'm searching for
the lost taste of joy.
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