Age of Innocence

Who are you, little V, what will you be
At four or five
Perched on a tricycle
In the front porch of the old house
Watching rain pour down the eaves
And thinking:
If this means the sky’s been breathing
It is a wonderful thing

2 comments

  1. Really beautiful words.

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