Child on Top of a Greenhouse
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Child on Top of a Greenhouse
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The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,
My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!
My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!
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“Child on Top of a Greenhouse,” The Lost Son: Theodore Roethke's Central Michigan Roots, accessed May 2, 2024, https://aparna1.omeka.net/items/show/20.