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One poem, Innocence, from Cosmic Bowling in honour of April is Poetry Month
25. Wu Wang, Innocence Confucius says: He who departs from innocence, what does he come to? The wild in children, running dogs, in snap peas poking through dirt. Valuable, the energy that’s mine to shape, I can’t lose what belongs to me. I witnessed a woman gray as a hospital blanket come back from oblivion: bolting upright, she demanded coffee––double sugar, extra cream. |