At the end of a summer vacation, these are knees I trust.
They show evidence of
tumbles from the monkey bars
trips down the new brick path
scrounging in the garden for ripe plum tomatoes
falls off the scooter
bang-ups on the soccer field
and one,
random
poke with the evil end of a kids’ tooth flosser,
obtained
during a fit of wild and rammy
bedtime dancing
to the national anthem of The Philippines.
I appreciate these knees. They have not lounged on the couch.