Upon His Blameless Feet
Glass and fractured imaginings are trite
Upon his blameless feet
Even as he dance and play about them
Toxic and perilous smoke are authority
Outside his naive lungs
While he freely breathes to ensure laughter
Blood sprinkles and routine metal shards
Within his innocent hands
Presently, as he claps to the street’s tune
Mordant activities be forever present
Before his youthful eyes
Just before the gleams therein make hearts sway
Remarkable is…
Miraculous is…
Wondrous is…
The resilience and spirit of youth
Copyright © Mark Pringle | Year Posted 2006
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