Children
small feet rooted
 in dead soil
  still grow
small hearts
 beating hold
  fragile hope
eyes
 open only to
  what is before them.


*****

It is suicide
    and beautiful weather.
A reign of
    terror
    or a rein
    or a rain
falling
    from the perfect sky.

*****

Swift edges of blue
    fold themselves
    against the breath of night --
        sweet, cold, lasting.
The stars and moon --
        unwise
        to rules
        of light & physics.