at the lightest endof that streetmy childhoodwas barefoot runningsalong the hallowed halls of pavements andpebbles.we had charmingintervals withmasculine sunsand mothermoons, alongfields of cricketsand hiddenmost ponds.say this to me now:my spacious life oflong leanings againstfragrant barks and layings-down upon mystery leavesand the wet spots leftbehind by odd...
