Powerblessings - Robert Pollard

Release the hand that has you writing numbers

For these plans are broken into leaves

And powerblessings for all the kids who come over

How they know is into you

How they know is into me

And have you no horse to carry

You through December?

Get it somehow tediously broken

Breathing summer into faces of life

And into everyman’s gift going through

Powerblessings to you and all of you