today i am alive
i watch the ivy grow up the backs of slumbering children,
so safe and worn out from their art.
the art of being young
having fun.
wrestling in the leaves of a cool fall breeze.
understanding what it means to put your heart into it.
play until the big, bad dark threatens.
i'm only wishing to stop being prey myself.

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