Smalltime

Poetry

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Smalltime

is blown through
and through
the trees
dancing

to see the sodden
blackbough shaking off
glow-red leaves to
revealself

true
in curving and
branching estatic
my smallson is

the windwhirl
running Daddy I jumping
I going up
ing fall-oving

blown through
the trees
dancing
smalltime is