Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

We Found a Quiet Place

We found a quiet place to sit
away from the crowd of picnic tables
and talked of how to fly a kite
as though that were the end of life
and we the world's two wisest sibyls
who read in kites the world's relief
from evils.  “Give the people string,”
I said.  “Provide them paper and glue,
and wood for frames, and let them laugh.
Instead of work, teach them to sing.
Give them nothing important to do,
and they'll forget all hate and fear.”
You look at me; I look at you.
We giggle and I tickle your ear.

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Updated last on:  2001/06/03