Infusion
I weep at the purity of a little girl
carrying a cup of hot chocolate
carefully across the room.
Her face becomes the face
of all the children I have known.
You need not despair, Humanity.
We speak of making
the world safe for children,
but it is children
who make the world safe for us,
their infusion of innocence
ever freshening our world,
saving it
from the senility and stagnation
of our dark dreams.
poem by Max Reif
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