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On a hunt for my face

He commando crawls tiled hallway
in search for something new

to stick in his mouth.  Peers around
office door frame, grin creeping. 

I’m blind; screen vision.  
Bald head drops, lunges

over arms.  Stops, looks up;
with eyes the size of calling out.  A noise

swivels my head; wriggles
a smile to his toes.