Age
daniel on Jun 26th 2009
With each gift another
smooth stone dislodged.
A river runs over it;
the quivering babble brooks
no jutting spur.
With each gift another
seedling stems the flow.
You damn the future with
each one that transpires;
you soothe the fortunate,
present in your passing.
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