Looking
looking
do you have that little girl
in you Boss that little boy
do they still run in circles
in your head the way
they do in mine doing
somersaults running up the hill
then rolling sideways down
do they get leaves in their hair
mud on their knees
pull on your pants leg
when you’re busy hanging
up the sun rearranging
a cloud did you ever lose
one Boss no matter how loud
you yelled how far you roamed
calling her name O come home
baby come home up valleys
down streams from mountaintops
and she never answered
never came home do you
keep looking Boss
keep seeing her pop up
behind a bush or a rock
out the corner of your eye
wanting so bad for her
to step out from behind
some hope-shadowed tree