Kill the babies
My father said.
By that he meant,
Not the fresh, blush,
Flesh of newborns.
But the torrent
Of exuberant words,
When one
Would
Do.
Why overflow
He said.
When flow,
Alone,
Is good.
Tell that
To a rose in bloom,
Dad,
I said.
Tell that to the sunset.


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