05-04-2025, 11:21 AM
Children are blind to poetry,
like river dolphins to the river's
wooded flanks, the long history
of dam building beaver
civilisations on its banks.
Unbedazzled by Dante's rhyme,
they give no thanks,
who have no time
but live like wind flowers in the wind,
in the hour,
in the wonderment they bring
to a sky unpeeled to the stars
like river dolphins to the river's
wooded flanks, the long history
of dam building beaver
civilisations on its banks.
Unbedazzled by Dante's rhyme,
they give no thanks,
who have no time
but live like wind flowers in the wind,
in the hour,
in the wonderment they bring
to a sky unpeeled to the stars

