End Of The Line

If I were the father of children
I would tell them that the sky is blue denim
and they would worship the moon.

If I were the father of children,
people, meeting them on the street,
would smile and wonder, would pause and smile.

My children would have the certain knowledge
that Summer’s color is caught in Autumn’s air.

But…
 

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