Scott Simpson · Poetry

Changeling

Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 293

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Changeling

I never know how old you'll be when you

awake, some nights are nights and some are years,

and when I look away—one day, one hour—

that's when you sprout some fresh pair of limbs,

discover flying or dancing or running, leaping far beyond

the cautious steps I taught you.