when i was a kid
i performed miracles
seeing universal secrets
by squishing my eyeballs with my hands
windmilling an ice-cream bucketful of dinky cars around and around
without dropping one
walking entire blocks while managing to avoid alligators and detonations
by avoiding
surviving in the back seat of the family parisienne as it hurtled into the city at 100km/hr (!)
through a dark tunnel
using the force to will my big brother's coach to invite me on to the softball diamond to join them
there's a reason they call the field a diamond, a special gem
these days, i perform new miracles
growing to know my wife even deeper, after ten years together
seeing students in the moment when they see the world a tiny bit differently
writing poems that find people at just the right moment in their approximate 70 years here
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