preamble. kids walking home in pitch black afternoons

like small moon astronauts in their heavy winter clothes
oblivious to their own braveness. gracefully 

traveling this thick silence

their traces are indented islands 

circular poems of joy
quickly covered by snow, whereas 

their voices traveling all directions. 

what is wanting in you

when the beat of their drum

is family

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