little boy
nine years old, I’d say
leaning on the wall by the
Newberry Medal bookshelf
red Chuck Taylor’s
one foot pulled up
brown hair
tan corduroys ripped at the knee
not-so-white button down shirt
looking like a
tiny Jack
Kerouac
eyes wide
lost in the pages of
A Wrinkle in Time
I smile and think
one day
he’ll be traveling
On the Road