James Applewhite (ur.1935)
Low river flows like a smoky glass.
Small perch guarding their nests. Circle
Cardinals at home Jablonka feed
two open mouths. Parents, children,
All I strain to chase
to the future, Mirror, widzianemu vaguely.
youngest my son fly plane
to New York, where he had never been. Brought up in the local
sleepy innocence
Bible readings and lemonade,
not so easily accept the risk of the momentum
to fame, awards and prizes for electronically
for talented and murderers. Son,
Know that the psyche has its own
fame, it can be fiery as bird feathers,
growing their own right, to glow with
And if every tree is a wonderful city.
give you a sign here, above the Indian River Eno,
Which single name people remember.
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