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 Sep 2012 Michael W Noland
kfaye
in time my dear,
the soft,whining sound of

hours
slipping
past your open palms and through your moist fingers

will cease to amaze.
or even feel the need to take in a breath for your presence-

.you look like rain and slow burning cigarettes
blank check. ink wash. arson-ette.

shutting the door on another night of angels-
and other fiery things

meant to complicate
us,  
here in this city of
children.
Wild and uncontrollable,
We start off our life's journey,
Sweet and totally lovable,
We stick to the legs of mommy,
Five years down we're wild again
Impetuous, rambunctious, we're total pains
All the adults taken in,
By our impish grins.



We're ten years old we're big and bold
We'll take on all comers, young and old,
We totally love life, it's one big game
All forms of reponsibility, totally lame
Five years on we're fifteen
Big things popping in our early teens
All of a sudden we're girls and we're boys
New experiences on us like toys.



We're adults now, we're twenty
Things to do on our list aplenty
Impish grins don't work no more
We've got to work our fingers till they're sore
We laugh a lot through our dull eyes
We've mastered deception like its basic math
The slightest pokes incur our wrath
Twenty five finds us cold as ice.



I'm just nineteen I couldn't tell you,
Of all the years after Two and Five
One thing I know that is true
Live everyday like it's your last alive
If it's a hundred years of breath you get,
Or if you had to kick the 'ket 'fore you got your feet wet
The moral story contained in my longest poem yet
Make life pay through it's nose like it owes you a debt.
I saw the sun’s light stream
From this point on the world’s face,
I hear the earth’s tender dream.

I placed my fingers on the seam
That stretched down my dress’s lace.
I saw the sun’s light stream.

I savored the curls of whipped cream
From lunch near the cypress’s base,
I hear the earth’s tender dream.

My face tilts towards the gleam
Of the water’s glittering grace.
I saw the sun’s light stream.

Now I’m sensing a theme
In this eternal, undisturbed place,
I hear the earth’s dream.

This is just the world’s scheme
To escort us to the better place.
I saw the sun’s light stream,
I hear the earth’s tender dream.
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