a boy

large shoes
small eyes
bleak background
a boy walking toward you
looking into your face
into your heart
it doesn't matter who you are
or how many children you have
or don't want
he comes to you anyway
enters your house without a knock on the door
without asking to come in
he will never leave
he is instantly part of the brick and mortar
a nail whose removal causes boards to tumble
a family to fall
he stays
and the walls morph to make room
he stays
and a family opens to let him in

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