Treasure Island

BS Johnson


Preconception


I have no children:

But tonight a poem came
in which a small child,
my daughter, appeared at the door
of a half-lit room
wherer late one night I wrote
at a heavy desk.

And though interruption
was hardly welcome
I took her to myself,
just as the poem,
comforted this daughter
until she found peace.

The poems as the children
come as they will come.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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