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To a child on not returning
When time was an island in which we basked
Riding the river as it flowed past
Skimming stones in hazy lazy days
Knowing the immeasurable depth of the sky
Cloud spotting
Tree hawking
Lying under trees mast
In fields, rolls back
The camera from the eye
No 'need ' for states of happiness or bliss
Just this!
Sad dumb animals languishing
Beneath a blazing sun
Niether knowing whence they came
Or whence they would be gone.
Roll back the camera from the eye
The careful pose
'The smile' of yesterday
Nothing is lonelier than a child waving goodbye
To the other self, the adult, leaving home.
All other things buried
These trinkets of the past
Though the photograph is fading
Still the smile is holding fast.
yvette smith
poem
by
Yvette Smith
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