Small At Last

 a lancing

Escape clause
filled oodles of
Eyes as the
Moon rose
On the edge
of Tomorrow
Cool bracken
Piled into
memory and
Ferns re
lated their
Sense of
orange
And green The
city Has been
made Small but
Buoyed by
Moonlight it
Finally allows
Children
And so some
thing cares
For something
at least
And last