who are you
little i
five or six years old
peering from some high
window at the gold
of a november sunset
and feeling if day
must become night
this is a beautiful way
Marlene's new version:
little brother you are
only two or three
peeing from your upstairs window
enjoying the golden spray
you created at the end of the day
feeling the child’s freedom
glowing without a care in the world
no shame of what neighbors may say
this is a beautiful way