WHEN GO ONS
TURN TO GOONS
It is only a trifle, like a bad
dare at a swim-pool party,
'Go on jump in, I dare you.'
And someone inevitably does,
clothes and all or none - like
no one turns to noon but better,
when 'go ons' turn to goons.
There's nothing seamless there,
and we've swum our final mile.
All the while, never thinking.
Brushing their hair, I watch
the little kids talking how
these tufts turn to toughs
and tangles and knots.
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