Child and
parent, daydreaming,
are
intricately calm: they know
they started
out as unity.
Their separate
drifting minds
comprise a
surface shimmer --
veils and
gentle ruses in soft
dissonance which
sift and shift
above their
well-wrought hearts –
and gain by
being lulled
into the
thoughtful. They wander
into private possibility,
and try it.
There’s nothing
like their quiet.
.
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