I'm on a tare with my new-born son.
Kim is a kite. I have climbed the string
from earth to her. And now we fly together.
Margaret Ashley helps us. She rocks
our boy in the rocker that Laurie designed.
Faith like a feather supports my love and I.
Clouds of good fortune, some stacked and
heaped with silver-shaded caves, go by.
Aloft in love in a lucky breeze.
December 22, 1990
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@ 2002 by Arthur Garfunkel
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