School children coming home for
Christmas—
A fox’s tongue in a crackerjack box—
The things you said in
Whispers
Too soft for lies—
Rope tricks on Ganyemede, a sea of silent
Thoughts obscured
By astroids
Surrounded by the Keiper Belt
With smoky swings and censers
Inside a church too far away to reach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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