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before a parade is staged

by jeremy davies

‘I’m Botswana,’ he says,

shows me a coloured-in flag

pasted to a stick.

‘Do you know where that is?’

He nods,

his ocean eyes omnipotent,

bottom lip confidently bit.

The parent in me asks:

‘So where?’

And the answer is so supremely right

that nothing else from that time

on could ever do it injury.

‘It’s in room three.’

‘Of course!’

Wet with my shadow,

he cocks his head,

gifts me with a grin,

and says: ‘What’s funny?’

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