Mosi

we giggle back and forth
mimicking the noises coming from one another's mouth
you kick your legs
and flail your little arms
a sudden burst of energy
are you looking at me or my shadow?
is that a smile or skepticism?
is that a frown, a deep thought,
or a poop?

CIRCUIT

Mosi makes animal old man chit chat

with a head dance and cork screw arms,

taking turns to lift.

He makes us shy and happy and scared,

makes me think to hold his foot,

press my face against the window –

let him in on outside pulses 

without feeling them first hand.

Not much going on, anyways:

fruit stands, track pants, foil on the ground.

Caution tape in front of chain link,

astroturf in front of brick.

Music from a far off bike,

sun shedding

block by block.