The children run around the legs
\nof their mothers.
\nTheir voices just above the ground,
\npart of the fresh grass,
\nas many flowers as eyes.
\nPreschoolers going to kindergarten
\nin the fall,
\nafter the shooting stars of summer,
\nsultry shade,
\ntime pausing in the gardens.<\/p>\n
The inaudible sigh of the last day.
\nIslands ahead.
\nSo many farewells undreamed of yet.
\nThe last day of the last time,
\nand a faraway day of forever
\nwhich the children cannot see or know.
\nOr the busy mothers talking
\nabove their heads.<\/p>\n
But Papa sees the leagues,
\nthe distances, the goodbyes.
\nA life of last days and beautiful hellos,
\nplaces they\u2019ll see.
\nMichael chasing after friends,
\nhow shiny the coin of his happiness.
\nAnd the sign inside me,
\nthe last day of school,
\nlike all last days,
\ntaken by the wind,
\nand given away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The children run around the legs of their mothers. Their voices just above the ground, part of the fresh grass, as many flowers as eyes.…<\/p>\n