Under a Plum Tree
I'll be innocent, for you
If you force me to
If you'll prey on
My guardian angels
If you make them cry and hide their eyes
Slapping Prudence and Hindsight
With bold hand and grim smile
I'll spill the crouching cadence
Of adult analysis
To dream in clay
Or Kool-Aid colors
Waking with questions
You won't see coming
6/9/2012
MK
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