…said the middle school boy slumped in the comfy chair.
I glared at him.
He glared at me.
“Found Poetry”, I said.
“What?” he quipped.
“Watch”, I said.
Smile, I saw.
Laugh, I heard.
Sometimes you just have to let them play.
and subtle compliments.
and something that is plucked out of nowhere to someone who heard something there,
and let others borrow it for their own.