A future road by Adam Parry
Tall straight trees
beckons us, before us
goes our laughter
mingling with the songbird’s song.
Grass waist high
blown with our breathes.
Wild cats watch from high rocks
as we dance and play
children again
like no children have ever been.
Together your hand in mine
We go.
Oh pardon me! by Adam Parry
Oh pardon me!
the many masks of a Father, I drape myself
in an old Swastika
and never praise the Dawn, never
reach out beyond myself
to the past I'll always
belong.
Oh pardon me
this gift-less Father
as he falls featherlight
into dreams
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