I am a dreamer. I am indeed said Gandhi, I agree there I go again, I float another one, cloudy skies low-hung I go among nimbus shaping things, flung out in smoky rings open-country offspring on the puff, they zing suspend aloft, nebulous they are calm, lazy elephants dissolving into ash, like floating trash it happens when I forget to capture them 'fore they flit past the child's eyes inside, it's how they die
The Child’s Eyes
24
Apr