In Praise of Innocence

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In Praise of Innocence

In Praise of Innocence
Family Matters
Beef
Wartime
Lightning
Vision
The Object Taken
Sent Packing

from the heart was not a bullet.
A token of love taken too close
to heart. Too close for comfort.

Penetrating as unwanted truth.
Glass, beautiful but not see through,
it pierced her in the course of

the accident. A hesitant recovery.
Waking up, with him tearful –barely
seeing her– at her bedside.

An unhelpful stammer: “What
did you dream about?”
And she: “I can’t remember”.

AuthorHenk van Kerkwijk
2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 April 29th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 65|0 Comments