in the breeze
they were searching
with faces
fooled by words
looking for the crown
looking for flags
and eagles
looking for mothers love
desolate and cold
broken and angry
tears that don't know how to fall
oh hateful stupid boy
you are the one
god
trucks and dreams
refusing to start
the axle is made of mud
sunlight movies, memories of love
eternal shadows
all are
fulminous parachutes
open to the silver hand
days pass and night comes
we cradle and caress
our beautiful babies
jumpstart the stalled
the best we can
teach kindness anyway
like a well made bowl
of clay
destined to be filled
oh hateful stupid boy
you are the one
god
you don't know it
and never will
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