10. 8. 07
Blowing kisses for the trees
Scrambling twilight miles
He points to the sky and says
Looka that
We are born perfect
Now I know
We know love —
curious compassion
Tiny arms tight ’round my neck
Making me cry
and wonder
again
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October 9th, 2007 at 5:13 pm
fatherhood…!
(i don’t know what else to say here, but this poem makes me feel very happy…calm, in awe of the beautiful world around us…the simplicity and innocence of nature)
thank you!