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05. mars 2011
Steven Federle
BACK YARD POEMS: ON VIEWING INFERNO OF THE INNOCENTS
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Poised on the edge of the bed
she sits in sharp light, pointed feet barely touching the dim floor. |
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Through fear-filled, furrowed brow
she stares at the encroaching shadow. |
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I want to protect her, reach into the canvas
and take her home, adopt her make her my grand-daughter hold her safe and warm make her whole watch her dance fearless in the golden morning. |
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As I despair
another little girl approaches the painting, and broadly smiles in recognition, nodding to this new-found playmate. |
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She knows how morning light
always pushes back the black night. |
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| 05. mars 2011 | Steven Federle | ||
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