Summerchild that sits by the water
weaving sunlight threads in his hands
the golden river that day a shelter
a stream where he could make pebbles dance
you looked around you, nobody had taken
any notice of what you saw: against the evening sky a formation
a million black birds looking like one
live long
save ten years to remember
live long
hold it in front of your eyes once more
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