April 7, 2008

during transition times
and other periods of boredom

I am thinking several things,
sometimes revelatory

 this time it blows my mind,
entirely…

Kate is eight years old
she is our daughter

one day she’ll be eighteen
twenty-eight, thirty,
forty, sixty-five
 

other people walking around today,
everyone alive
is someone’s daughter,
or son. everyone.

Everyone.

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