Sunday, August 3, 2014

What We Wish Had Happened Becomes Part of What Happened, Too

I write and I hope what I wrote was true.
Was ever anything truly finished?
Behind me the child sleeps through a small dream.

In front of me the snail the small child took
From a dry sleep probes as it turns around
On a pink ball in a blue wading pool.

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