A.D.D.A.D.D.
Like a phone jangling unmercifully,
he vibrates with a fine tension.
His eyes glitter
like superconductors
on overload.
His voice resonates
with a playfulness
bordering on hysteria.
Twirling through the living room,
he swoops around me
recounting his day--
one of the good ones.
He regales me with witty remarks,
making me laugh till I cry.
His puppy hands sweep the air
in grandiose gestures
punctuating his performance.
He is happy.
In the scheme of things,
what's a little label
between friends?
©Katherine M. Searle
searlek@mail.davenport.k12.ia.us
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