"in oberlin," paper and typewriter, 2004 by Indigo Tempesta
kind child aren't we all that kind the sort that makes a bird wish for spring a cherry a bean a pretty green leaf a seed of something bigger than we
kind child away and wild i've often seen dreams but never so free in the light-bent sea i've been swimming i've been sailing and i'm wishing i were more like you
little kind child when the cold turns hard and the coal in the cellar only lasts for the morning will you hold it in or how now should i speak if you're wishing you were running in the sassafras morn? 01/03/2004 Author's Note: written on a typewriter in oberlin. looks good that way.
Posted on 01/03/2004 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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