All the quick children have gone inside, called
by their mothers to hurry-up-wash-your-hands
honey-dinner’s-getting-cold, just-wait-till-your-father-gets-home-
and only the slow children out on the lawns, marking off
paths between fireflies, making soft little sounds with their mouths,
ohs, that glow and go out and glow. And their slow mothers flickering,
pale in the dusk, watching them turn in the gentle air, watching them
twirling, their arms spread wide, thinking, These are my children, 
thinking, Where is their dinner? Where has their father gone?

—Cecilia Woloch

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From Late, 2004
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Copyright 2004 Cecilia Woloch.
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  • Cecilia Woloch

    Cecilia Woloch (1956- ) is the author of six poetry collections, as well as a chapbook and a novel, Sur la Route (Quale Press, 2015).