for Sally Crabtree
did you see my mom and dad enclose
the community in which we lived
in prayer though it was too weak a net
to carry home tomatoes
Sally, I listened to your CD
and slept and woke up and wrote this
what another world your work evokes
it is a world for children
it is a world for the child in me, in you
world to get in, out of
this one world to get on
go for a ride, for a whirl
Sally what a girl you are
you make a man
want to be a young boy again
wonderful of you to take us back
to before we heard the news
to before the news was heard
before the news was made
you know the news is about
war, wars, about who fought
who killed, who died
you sing songs of falling stars
of falling flakes, of colorful things
not like Pilot's hands or the water
he washed them in, all bloody red
Obediah Michael smith, 2010
1:51 p.m. 18.06.10
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