Imagine The Children
by
Leslie Golding Mastroianni
Imagine the children
having had stars for breakfast
exploding through doorways
discovering more ways
to skip down the street
their tempo complete
to the beat of the moon and the planets.
Imagine the children
who don’t play with toys
their summer joys
commence when sun glances off
connect when sun dances off
the rim of an old mayonnaise jar.
Imagine the children
knees rubbed by the earth
they have witnessed the birth
of the sun in the alley
now the deep river valley
filled with heaven’s tears
as the end nears
knows it must wait for tomorrow.
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