Girl, Dreaming
Child time about to end
I consider how short
the freedom
how soon the task
of adulthood is upon
the golden children
Riding the wild and
mystic horses into the future
Hers, and ours.
jjl
7 July 2008
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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