February 11, 2007 at 9:48 am Leave a comment

Slow. Children.

In my yard
small children playing
running around unmindful of time.
Cars passing by
as the children run around,
unprotected and careless,
they will stay there till they are told to come in.
They’re moments are only those
between  those set for them.
Small children falling down,
scraping knees,
crying badly.
They can’t tie shoes,
make their own plans,
they are falling from everything,
even air.
Mother’s are appearing,
through perfect guises:
from distances it looks good.
And they call their children one by one,
until one child stay playing,
bouncing balls to no one.
Imagining himself as two children.

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