THE UNFINISHED SUSPENSION BRIDGE, cont.
He's five or six,
standing in a neighbor's yard.
Yellow boots, yellow coat.
He loves it here: no school, no rules.
The morning is so soft and white
he can barely see the house he left.
For the first time in his life
he is happy.
He smiles,
seeing himself again. A yellow finch.
Strutting about. Aglow inside.
