For a while there I worked as a child advocate in seattle. I met the dearest children. I dedicate this poem to them                                                                                                 With no disabling fears It walks vulnerable Cries at loud with no guilt For when simplicity and spontaneous meet the child machine says it’s free It can stretch out his own skin laugh long intervals without end Passionate beyond self In a crayon-line world, dreams are its life fuel A resilient being this is The children’s mothers had to…