I held a child in the palm of my hand
Turning over and over......seeking shelter beneath the ochre leaf
Sand runs between the risk and the danger
Tangible refuge to the desires of others
He sits with a mirror at his chest
Turned inward as if in contemplation
Sliding down a smooth surface
Many years later
Holding a trophy aloft
Different paths unfold
Cells divide
Maintain integrety
Seeking shelter
In the arms of another......
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