Post by LynnDoiron on Nov 11, 2008 23:22:22 GMT -5
are at play without names
their laughter is
the bright lanterns on a carnival night
or flamingos lifting a sky with pink wings
su aire es ingrávido azul
they make song from dirt
from gum wrapper notes rolled of foil
behind bins and power poles
on sidewalks cracked by the roots
of de árboles
their voices vary and go
tag the white walls of houses
tap on the windows,
spring from the screens
I would ask you to continue dear young
and play through whatever comes
let sirens wail on Main Street
while your giggles prevail
and mothers and fathers refrain please
from calling your children in
I would ask you to tarry longer
Boy with the guitar
Girl in the blue soccer jersey
Girl with the red-handled jump rope
Boy in the untucked white shirt
their laughter is
the bright lanterns on a carnival night
or flamingos lifting a sky with pink wings
su aire es ingrávido azul
they make song from dirt
from gum wrapper notes rolled of foil
behind bins and power poles
on sidewalks cracked by the roots
of de árboles
their voices vary and go
tag the white walls of houses
tap on the windows,
spring from the screens
I would ask you to continue dear young
and play through whatever comes
let sirens wail on Main Street
while your giggles prevail
and mothers and fathers refrain please
from calling your children in
I would ask you to tarry longer
Boy with the guitar
Girl in the blue soccer jersey
Girl with the red-handled jump rope
Boy in the untucked white shirt
