She asks for a particular album “the one with the boys
singing”
I know which one but play stupid so thatit’s a surprise: ”yes that’s the one I mean, that’s the one I wanted”
I turn it up–my son has never heard the sound so loud
he is not sure whether to be afraid or …I can see that he is very tired
My daughter sings along in Kiara meows (not Narla–the
grumpy one).
He cannot understand, decides it is crying I lift up my son; his warmth is my own soul’s–the kitchen is spread out
with his busy-ness.
Now it’s time for bed
We do the children train to her ramshackle room
“Come let’s look
outside, come see the beautiful outside”
Then, a fulguration of the whole garden,
it was brilliant day, the end of daysThen, a fulguration of the whole garden,
and the start of others
here comes the thunder
1 comment:
Actually this one needs a bit of work still, perhaps half as long?
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