.

..

reading old poetry like a

curse,

a limp daffodil revived from

sudden death;

the ambulance was ready,

it had a right to be there

for once,

leaving the haggarty one on his crutches,

a

silent scream from

heaven.

..

..

blood

idols

innocence

nature

summer

xmas

death

regeneration

.

.

i want to run with the missing children..

I want to run with you.

.