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kaplopblog in Recent Poems October 15, 2019October 28, 2019 59 Words

If

Listen: https://kaplop.blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/if.wav

like children
at table
with their bowls
before them
spoons in hand
ready to take
shape and breathe in
more fully
the life they were meant
to carry as light
as play
into a too
too serious world
on their way
to a life
of their own

 

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