#87: Morning Meditation with Nerf Gun

Em with Gun

While the boy loads his weapon and hides,
Dad walks slowly around the yard, breathing.
He knows the ambush is coming, but tries for
and momentarily achieves a quiet mind.
Even while he’s absorbing the cool morning
air of a sunny spring day and loving the trees
as they await their first blooms of the season,
Dad is no sitting duck.  He walks and breathes,
but at his side is a loaded nerf gun,
six darts in the cartridge, ready for battle.

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