children
of a certain age, some
at least,
don't know.
not yet.
there is nothing in their
eyes
but now.
there are no yesterdays
no tomorrows.
it's what they can reach,
what they can put
into their mouth.
the arms of a parent.
the cradle,
the musical star above
them
spinning slowly
about.
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