Now, the adult's, chasing AFTER his own young, as his own young child, runs, too far, ahead of him…translated…
What Hadn't Changed on You Were Your, Legs
You'd Always, Put Your Legs Across My Abdomen When You Slept
This Was, the Bliss that Even Kenji Miyazawa Would Never Get to Know
But the Poet, Du Had
from before when they were, younger...photo from online
He'd Told: My Spoiled Son Would Start Kicking & Stomping
Would His Son Wake, and Talk to Him about the Crumbling Down of the, Tang Dynasty?
The Icy Cold, Ironclad World, Will the, Start Growing, Anew Like the Freshly Grown in Grasses of a Lawn
Because These Tiny Feet Had, Stomped on it?
You Enjoyed, Kicking that Pebble, All the Way, into, the Valleys
Took it with You Like a Traveling Companion, in Short of, Giving it a Pair of, Eyes
You'd Loved Collecting that Branch of Withered Leaves from Outside of the Temples
Told that it was, the Pathway to a Wormhole
I'd Followed Along
Recalled How When I Was, Kenji Miyazawa
Hearing the Red Insulator, Howling in the, Wind
So, Kenji is, Attracted to the Insulated
as children grow into adults...photo from online
The Sky that's, High Above the Coverage of the, High Voltage Powerlines
But I'd, Gotten Off that Train in the Galaxy
Picked that Stubborn Rock, Lying Adjacent to the Driftwood
As I'd, Started, Falling Drowsy, Starting to Snore in My Sleep (as All the Fathers, Would)
Will it Feel that My Snores are the Sounds of the Mountains and the, Broken, Leaves
Calling it to, Head Out?
Then, These Pair of Legs
Do Stay in the Warmth of My Laps, a Little
While Longer Before They Set, Out
This is, holding on, tightly to your child's childhood, because they do, grow up too fast, and, in a split second, they'd, run far, far, far ahead of where you are, ands you can't seem to, catch up, as the parents…
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