ECSTASY Poem by Kiki Dimoula
ECSTASY
My small child
got into mischief once again
climbing the ledge of the universe
his hand jostling the red
plate hanging on the skywall spilling
all the light down on himself
God startled
to see the sun
dressed in child clothes
scrambling back down the ladder
of my mind
And now I sit
and sternly scold my child
as secretly I steal his poured-on
light.
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