He mixed up pedagogue and podium,
said the tall block stood upon the blockhead and talked.
Dumb of him, he admits, but pointing this out made him laugh,
too, sympathetic with himself.

I remember my nephew correcting my Spanish as we walked to the pier--
he added-- his correct phrasing about my waist as we guided one another
reciprocally through grammar and around bicycles.

He gets mixed up again:
We pedal around on our baby selves forever,
over other babies, under, to the grocery store,
going places, children at our feet.

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