Possibly a child is not damaged immediately
but only after some time has passed.
When the parent who sits on the edge

A tiny creature moves
through the tide pool, holding up
its little fortress foretelling

Because I love and gladly serve this woman
must you call me degenerate and a fool?
She has something for the nicest taste

In the evening
haze darkening on the hills,
purple

Through a dark winter 
In a cold chambre de bonne 
I lay still and dreamt

We walk across the snow,
The stars can be faint,
The moon can be eating itself out,