Maybe 18 months old and chubby.
He has pulled free of his mom
And could stumble into the street.
I need only move 2 feet to block his path.
Mission accomplished, I smile at mom
And pull my ancient mutt down the street.
40 years ago, in mid-Manhattan,
I was confronted by a different small boy.
This one pushed the rotating hotel door open.
This guy was maybe 2 and heading for Lexington Avenue.
His mother, racing to stop his progress,
Glared at me for merely watching the race.
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