Pome: Every Person Is Their Parent And Own Weeping Child

These days have gone forever. Pic: Paradisio Publishing

Every Person Is Their Parent And Own Weeping Child

have you seen an acorn blush red ruddy at the end of its branch on a late summer morn?

do you recall the childs in the nursery you once played with?

the spiral and pivot of a bluefinch in the elemental light: remember the sight of this once?

the terrible sensations that last eternal and for never?

every person is their parent and own weeping child