Admission

It’s not certain that when walking
Uncle History will find beauty
But sometimes a stranger
Resembles his father
A rare bird calls…
Once in London’s Hyde Park
Beside Prince Albert
He saw leaves
Bright as coins
Doubloons in dirt
He is, in general, a sad figure
And despises most people
Of god he knows nothing
But falling leaves can still surprise him
He moves a stone across the garden
A crow looks down
Uncle makes an invisible circle
With his toes

Author: stevekuusisto

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