They are maybe five years old, these three moppets,
and I hear Their bus groaning a ways behind me, but they are totally into sculpting Little hills and ridges of leaves, and I can hear them giggling, and in one Minute the bus will hold out its arms and absorb them, and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and I hear Their bus groaning a ways behind me, but they are totally into sculpting Little hills
and ridges of leaves, and I can hear them giggling, and in one Minute the bus will hold out its arms and absorb them, and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and ridges of
leaves,
and I can hear them giggling, and in one Minute the bus will hold out its arms and absorb them, and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and I can hear them giggling,
and in one Minute the bus will hold out its arms and absorb them, and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and in one Minute the bus will hold out its
arms and absorb them, and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and absorb them,
and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear
And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
And see them skiffling
and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and giggling,
and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant
leaves,
and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and see the
shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette,
And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month
And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
And week
and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and year all our lives, such a flood
and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous
and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and savory
and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and holy, We could not bear to see
and savor and sing them all; we would go bli
and savor
and sing them all; we would go bli
and sing them all; we would go blind.