Men Are All Just Little Boys Grown Older.
© carol voccia....
Capturing starlight in jars
While the wind catches their sails
Rockets keep the tail wind jetting
Only to crash in deep oceans
.. ..
Pick them up and
Dust off
They roam in assertiveness
Searching to land in the arms of soft verse and
Sweet milk
.. ..
Never venturing too far
From safe thighs
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