busy days
what waits
for the child at the garden gate
what opens his day his way
with his best friend adventure
who knows the way the day will go
will cut up his knees and smudge his horizons
what decides the speed of the wings on their heels
what went before that their chase follows
the ways that naughty was mightily theirs
until the sun went down and so much more
the story goes over dinner as the stars come out
winking at their secret
even now dare not tell
for their debt to the retribution bank is
compounded in the interest of tomorrow’s sun
in their overdraft of naughtiness
lay it down my son
for you’ve had a busy day
and i am almost 80
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