Stephen Kagarise
FOR T. S. ELIOT
IL MIGLIOR FABBRO.
April was the cruelest girl, shaping
Mud with her wrinkly palms, hurling
Balls of a sourceless fury, staining
All our Beefy T's.
Winter kept us safe, covering
Earth in collective snow, padding
A frail torso with down jacket.
Stanley annoyed us, hollering inside the concrete pipe
The lyrics of Weird Al; we ran to the monkey bars,
And clambered giddily, then to the carousel,
And traded spins, and kept away the girls
With our line of demotic French: Voolay-voo cooshay...?
But when I was little, about a year ago,
My father, he perched me high on the slide,
And I was frightened. He said, Billy,
Billy, let go now. And down I went.
On burnished steel, there you feel free.
I rolled, landed face-first, and went to the hospital.
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