Bare feet slap Packed earth. In my mind a Child plays in Summer shade. I am here, far Along the life He made --more Than memory, he Exists in me, Brown boy whose Birth began what I am: an old Genie who flew Into dreams and Made them true.
Thanks Will. Causality works both ways in time. If you imagine yourself a genie attending your own past, created from the needs of your own history, it assumes a more general meaning.
A lovely piece that makes me see once again why your choice of being a father was just right, or even more that that!
ReplyDeleteThanks Will. Causality works both ways in time. If you imagine yourself a genie attending your own past, created from the needs of your own history, it assumes a more general meaning.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry continues to inspire...
ReplyDeleteThanks Annie B., I hope it is of some use, especially now.
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