roy herndon smith
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!--Lewis Carroll
in the end, the child
murmuring, “callooh, callay,”
drifts into stillness
leaving us drowsy
in the dusk, words settling back
into breaths and moods
new yens and old yarns
aches, anguish, comfort, and joy
dissolving into
the body before
thoughts and dreams and distances
between child and us
somewhere, someone sings
“are you sleeping?” we reply
“we are not, we are”
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