CYCLE

my child leading
into the autumn mist-
dragon hunting


    clanging brass bell-
    a door opens into the
    empty school yard


      a faint rose scent-
      the click click of high heels
      fading behind me


        white on the black
        velvet of her new dress-
        grandmother's lace


          my child leading...


gray puffs of smoke
float above the tree tops-
black steam engine


    a dusty book
    opened to a sonnet-
    faded flowers


      the day's last ray-
      making a wish upon
      the night's firt star


        grandfather's creel
        holding no rainbow trout-
        walking back home


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