Love to our country on the 4th of July
Beautiful, The Children
She slipped her hand in mine
On my left
I looked down
To innocence
That face
Sun-filled
Smiling up at me
I died to be living
Couldn’t resist bending, pulling her into my side
Laugh
While hugging her
And kissing her on the forehead
Thrilled
Her being
That slight hand embraced with mine
Secure
The two of us
The waves
Them crashing my knees, her chest
People screaming
In delight
To be free
It’s the ocean
It’s summertime
Again
Peering behind me for her mother
To see if it’s okay
Me, with her daughter
A stranger
Who steals children
On a regular basis
The cosmic mix-ups
The strays
I’m a whore for anyone drawn to my light
Who notices my soul
Out of all the other souls
How could I not love her up
Love all of them up
When they love me
First