He wore cowboy boots and shorts on our day out.
A necklace of mismatched beads swung loosely about his neck;
when he grinned, the white bead somehow filled in the space
of his missing tooth.
We went to a Mom and Pop hardware store
in search of a dowel to replace the one I’d broken
(while assembling a bookshelf that Santa brought him).
When he ran across the empty parking lot kicking up dust with his boots
and gripping a stuffed bear sideways under his arm, turning to smile back at me;
I felt as if I were lifted in the air;
floating in a place of happiness
at his perfection.