Did your lips quiver
or shiver?
like a star hanging dry?
or like sopping fabric
hanging from the clothes line.
Did your wings clip the trees
or the breeze?
like a red balloon?
Or a fleeting steel plane
boarding too soon.
Which reservations are formed?
By you?
or your parents.
And why aren't the kids' menus on the table?
next to the blue ketchup and sugar cubes?
If nothing else is forgotten,
leave the homemade tent
in the bedroom,
that'll be the only innocence not missed.
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