Blooming in dark alleys
these bullets called innocence:
children who discover the world
sting my eyes
these bullets called innocence
pepper on the page
sting my eyes
and they are wet
like my father’s
when reading, The Little Prince
and they are wet
between the pages
when reading, The Little Prince
and I am riddled with responsibility
between the pages
a crumpled paper crane, a bookmark
and I am riddled with responsibility
leaning between pages now a pause
a crumpled paper crane, a bookmark
this tired from saving the world
leaning between pages now a pause
thinking what kind of story is as good as:
this tired from saving the world
and knowing/ the beauty of night jasmine
thinking what kind of story is as good as:
children who discover the world
not knowing the beauty is them,
blooming in dark alleys.
Published by Stephanie McManus
Poetry described as whimsical, daring and perceptive: my writing tends to reflect on life experience and human nature. I come from a humanist point-of-view with influences from non-theistic Christian and Buddhist philosophy.
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