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"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
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