Thursday, November 17, 2016

Naïve Valentine

At five years I stood
Face to the cyclone fence
Watching the older kids
Playing at recess and
Then somehow enduring
The infinite sadness
Of the empty schoolyard
After they returned to class
My first memory of exile
And morbid envy but what
Did I know about true misery
At five I had only recently
Detached from the cosmos
One among millions of eggs
Great fish mother lay that year

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