springboardA Poem by rbrt99The children are Like flowers in a rockery Climbing between the Crevices, unbleached And wildly colorful, made alivened by the sun. they wear out toward dusk as the sea is painted flat. Hard wooden bowls And their light soup Breaking the baked bread With stories of their day They will become craftsmen The way they weave Their tales. They don’t worry Like jumping from A springboard with Eyes closed they Spin in the air And enter sleep.
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Added on October 7, 2016 Last Updated on October 7, 2016 Author |