Sunday Poem

Hour Children

This hour,
children.

Rubble children.
Falling beneath

children falling
children.

Afternoon children
with shadows

for swings.
Evening children

with cold
for pillows.

Moon
in the yew tree

children
without trees.

by Caprice Garvin
from Rattle Magazine

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