of innocence

Innocent like dogwood and Baby's Breath, 

light as the summer sky.

cotton candy and a Spongebob band-aid

childlike wonder that can at any instant, die.

But, there is also the innocence of the worn

the tired, the hungry, the desperate

the cold and the sleepy, the dreadfully old

innocence left behind by suffering elaborate. 

And where they meet, deep yearning stirs slowly

like a pot of soup made with much love.