Wednesday, July 30

wither



the child dashes
down sidewalks, in fields, off walls, through life
the youth strides
down hallways, in forests, off docks, through love
the man labors
downtrodden, introspective, offended, throughout
and the elder sits
to watch them all at play, remembering.

i wait on my porch to tell you this
hoping you will want to hear it
because while i am all four, i am
with you, a youth, and nowhere else



12/07/23

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