Mark the Bird
the last time
I believed in magic
was in the fall
the leaves turned
childhood fading
crispness in the wind
gasps
age ascending
the never or ever
if you're younger
take notes
build on earth
not sand
the boy becomes the father
the son becomes a man
Copyright © Timothy Carter | Year Posted 2016
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