ADOLESCENCE
Reading edition
Childlike still, we gaze at fleeting fairy thoughts, Childlike still, we cast pale shadows in the air— Civilized imaginations—weakling sparks That we’ve folded fast in words—and buried there. Look: A school of doves on silver-frosted wings Hold the sunshine for a moment as they fly, Toss a vagrant shaft of sunbeams in the air As they float across a shining turquoise sky. For a moment there’s the glitter of their wings ... Just a moment ... then the sunbeam melts away And the happy brightness of the turquoise sky Has faded, like their silver wings, to grey.