(for a.g., you & yours) the night is silver in its silence moon-pop echoes of the day raked up rubble of the hours spent my, the children slumber a thousand tomorrows bubbling at their lips the dream projections lighting up the clouds' ample cotton relish the silence as you'll relish tomorrow and the honesty of such raucous noise, thick child feet of our unfeathered breasts, beasts we cherish hallway run, sprints to smash the mash of food tumbling, rolling right into these arms charmed in their amnesia regarding where one begins or ends reminding us of the joy of first step and the storm after the holler: mama see, mama watch pitter/patter pitter/patter thunder on a hardwood, heartbeat this sole and counted rhythm every generation a temporal fugitive running from the death grip every death ship's watch, yesterdays we weren't meant to make it through relish the memory ingrained in the sound how these tiny, tiny feet grip the floor, say tomorrow, tomorrow I make you tomorrow Copyright © 2019 heidi andrea restrepo rhodes. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 21, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets. |
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