and in this bone-picked silence
float, stop and linger some
shell to ear, shelter here
as sudden rock-a-bye-babies
grasp tightly treetops
for when the wind blows
all cradles will rock
and when the hush breaks
and down cradles fall
so will come babies, cradling all...
Lucy Meskill
ah,i <3 this word play, sweet lucy. brilliant! (hug)
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