For the bullied children
It hurts to love in the wild open.
It’s the clumsy fire of naked life that burns us all.
What is the difference between love and beauty?
We love what we do when we let beauty blossom.
What has been good about being 76 years old?
Seeing the truth of what was.
When roses are crying, everyone is saddened.
Earth grieves when a flower blooms alone.
Where on Earth is there a demand for tears?
Wherever the Joel Richardsons
and the Margaret Coles are.
From: Memories Of Things Left Behind
Unpub. MS p. 51
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