I hear its tiny voices
climbing the hill to meet me
excited
curious
happy
i call out to it
good morning!
and its voices reply
good morning
hello
happy Friday
I step aside
and small legs and arms and bodies roped together pass by
a kiddie centipede
and a question
why does he have that white stick
and the silent reply
Because I’m not roped to anything
tio stib
there is nothing
that so beguiles
as when a child looks up
and smiles
tio stib,
2015, 2018
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shimmering
radiant in holy light
there were clouds of them
angels everywhere
tenderly lifting fallen souls
broken children
smiles fractured by eternity
by the mindless carnage of war
and the angels raised them up
gently flew their sweet innocence
home
tio stib
