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Tiny Children
| Tiny children Little cries of joy Dainty voices ride the breeze Cannot be held forever The ambiance of our love aroused Kept from their hands Passioned, we contain A jewel passed from ours to theirs Unplanned Watch it drop Glistening From our hands, loose around our bones So late we watched them change The integral suit of youth Coarsened cloth Now ours, now theirs No gift to watch We shiver More than tiny leaves Swinging in the wind Wind your way To a health of age We turn from death to watch Your quickened smile Your impassioned legs You can never go back Never 5/26/1985 |