Le Poeme
Le Poeme
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Into the Wind
I watch them run in
like we used to, seeking new treasures
in pink, blue, purple
round, with legs, eight eyes, rubbery
things that twirl, balls and jacks.
Then I walk by, there is no small hand
in mine pulling me in
to explore new wonders.
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