A Happy Morning
Dad, mom, a girl, and a boy. I call them Shrooms. That’s how I saw them from the porch on my first morning here at Acacia Street. Roundish, the kids already acquiring contours of their naturally corpulent folks, their heads drawn near, like a family of porcini sticking dewy hats out of the morning moss.
Angrily, they were pointing one to another the dandelions – here, and here, oh, look, look! – taking over their lawn.
A happy anger. A blissful familial connect. A million a year of such in a family. That’s your created world.
