Saturday, August 17, 2024

Petite madeleine ~ Saturday, August 17, 2024

When I was a child
how freely I spoke and felt
each emotion grow
never mild but wild

I was born as a shipwreck

waiting for the belt
adrift ice floe
sunken with all my treasure

as I stood on deck

children in lifeboats
hold hands and wave goodbye
in vests and pea coats
left behind, I cry
dust and sand, tears of pleasure

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