Children gather
invite the rain, they cuddle.
Frolic in silt, scream-less.
Joy is a tattler.
Rubor of fun wanes
in the dust of brown dwarf.
Healing in mud poops
castings and wrinkle slicks,
A cure for earth.
Sameer Ahmed
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unknitting-the-joy/
