Kindergarten Poets by Robert R. Ciccolini

Some of them like to use

big, shiny, esoteric words that

leave you stuck somewhere-

lost.

But some of them understand,

and coax something out of you

like goosebumps or a tear- or just

plain awe. They understand the

richness in simple things:

a hug hello, honesty,

paste.

Like the paste my son used to stick

the sun to the sky in kindergarten.

It's different than the stuff that can hold

a truck in the air. It's more soft

like the running

hug hello and

the honest eyes of my son.

There's no cunning there.

So take all your big, shiny words,

all your sophisticated rant-

all your Kant.

Just leave me alone with my son.

His hugs and honest eyes,

his kindergarten sun

will

stick to me forever.