June 22

a child
no older than four
in a t-shirt and orange striped briefs
comes up to me
and
stares directly into my eyes
and
sings along with “dancing queen’
at me
as we wait for the mermaid parade
to start

and i whisper to my spouse,
‘that is my son’

June 21

nothing makes you feel
quite as good about a decision
as waiting forever for a Lyft
in a crowd
and having a woman stop rushing past
for a moment
to make eye contact with
only you
and say
‘welcome home, right’