Yesterday,
\nI walked in rocky places.
\nThe old
\ntalk about their illness,
\nthe young about their hearts.
\nI value all of it.
\nIn the end
\nI should like to fall
\nfrom the sky,
\nwith blue wings.
\nA full man,
\nand have my mother come
\nand tell me,
\nyou imagine too much
\nmy imaginal child.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yesterday, I walked in rocky places. The old talk about their illness, the young about their hearts. I value all of it. In the end…<\/p>\n