A Hundred Poems - Xci
I cannot recommend but say
the playground of gray
six feet deep away
is a pleasant stay
I have my rocking horse
a sunburned metal toy
burns my feet -- anyway
my eyes are tears today
There's a noise across
the fine lined trees
me thinks -- adults
arguing with death's love
I sway today in gray
fixed feet -- above
tis a pleasant blue-sky
Adults are dead children
We change that much
:: 07-21-2014 :
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