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The sight of him, looking out of the window, is like the presence of God.
His cheeks sit warm and plump on his little face:  plums curving perfectly in the sun;
his lips, puffy and glistening, sit above his small chin:  dew-covered honeysuckle in the morning.
The chair cradles his little-boy body, strapped in and buckled up, a toy truck clenched in his hand, one resting in his lap, and he watches the tree tops and the clouds;
he is lulled into sleepiness by the van’s vibrating lullaby.
When he blinks, I watch the lashes – they are soft as down and slow-moving,
dandelion seeds falling to the ground
where everything begins.