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When I Was Young the Silk

 When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head
and wind bloomed the parachute:

The air-head tugged me
tore my roots loose and drove
high, so high

I want to touch down now
and taste the ground
I want to take in
my silk
and ask where I am
before it is too late to know

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