Sweepstakes

He was a silent man. He stayed upstairs, typing unceasingly and during dinner, mumbled accusingly nothing ever finished That evening he noticed, saw his child sitting in the distance alone, he crossed the field He teased; they played, among the blades of several hills, a thousand times they rolled, vibrating He laughed; they roared Disney visions, collaborating goose-bumps; torching recollections. He taught; they practiced hundreds, of air pockets among them they flew like ravens They went home, and thereafter He was a silent man; his child unspoken.