I adore children
for doing one thing
adults cannot do—
play in the shadow,
laugh ring a rosy
as the earth splits
beneath them, their
smiles their bridge
across the abyss.

 

(This is my 99th post. First, thank you for reading, second thank you for following (if you do—and if you don’t, please do!), and thank you for taking a look—I am really enjoying the blogging/ poetic experience and hope you will stick with me—9 books to go.)

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