student's vacation

Student's Vacation

Men of paper,
magic numbers--
silver bullet past my eye.

Where the lion?
where the serpent?
all the urges and the lie.

who's to help us?
who's to know
and where pray tell am I.

All the hopes
I love to see them
how they pass me by.

In the meadows
streets and places
birds are singing and they fly.

The Darkness

Looking at children,

I sing sick, faint hearted

and ever thankful,

oh so full of joy that I

never need lose innocence again.

To see that joy, their pettiness,

little grins and real feeling

at learning letters and dance

and little lies, it's terrible. They can do it

once. Then to see it so many, many times

and still the world swallows.

We watch it together

and even they know:

Darkness opens up wide and ever,

all of our lives, it grows and glimmers.