#665 - our daughters

 

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our daughters

first meeting

 

as if I hadn’t known

hand in hand on streets

and telling me day

this is our way home

they can say all kinds

know so much

we are just discovering

how had this in us all along

 

it’s because of a little heart

left on the page

for me to find

 

dreamt again I wasn’t sleeping

 

we are always defending

what cannot be helped

 

but here  we are

all grown up

cheeky

can talk about anything

‘if you speak to me in esperanto

I won’t speak to you again’

one wants to say

‘but you don’t understand’

 

of course go their own way

they do

won’t know we meet again

but have to conjecture

so many – shall we call them souls (?)

though there are none, they’re not

 

show my status at the centre entry

and that’s to the woman gave me the shot

           file in – this liberated we

crowd heaving and rub up against

 

how I’m with first birds

alien sun

cows of far calling

 

all warm blood

fresh from reverie

 

can never have guessed

how far my words would take me

 

delicate this song to them

and so descended from one day

this is the libation telling

and telling on

 

I’m to protect them from the world

so fleetingly we’ve met