Like Minds

I understand the satisfaction felt
in ordering the playing cards from hand
to winning solitaire. I watch. I melt.
I understand.

He’s 5 years old, and softly he’ll demand
no auto-finish. From the moment dealt
he wants array the way the maker planned.

He hosts some chaos underneath his belt,
but shows a mind for order logic-spanned:
creative, drawn to balance, pattern-dwelt.
I understand.

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