Invisible Children

Invisible children, ours.

(Yours and mine.)

With chubby hands and invisible green eyes

They’ll feed the chickens.

They’ll catch crayfish and frogs and we’ll cook their eggs, tails, and legs

Respectively.

They’ll grow up lean and bold

And they’ll do as they’re told for a while

As we did, until we could stand it no longer.

They’ll pine as we pined

And give as we gave.

They’ll harbor desires, small and large

That they’ll never give air.

Or maybe they will.