L'aura del Campo

There come... (X1)

There come
—soft landings
when Father's money cushions
inevitable falls
from grace or failure
for the son jumping to the stars
when a warm bed beckons
and as he grows up
and puts on a uniform
when the grass catches him
before he stiffens
under clods of new dug clay.

© Kåre Enga [173.X1] (9.July.2016)

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