they stand below,
but within my embrace,
these children
who race toward me,
growing up too soon,
as children do.
around me, close and far,
my sisters, brothers,
cousins are dancing
joyously, our own
racing outward, pulling us
apart. Gladly, though,
we go, singing out loud
on our way to
the very heart, where
the edge is the middle,
the middle the start.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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