Poet Young Older
Poet Young Older
Sat on a Rock
Musing
Swaying
Chiming
Thinking In-to
Thinking Out-of
Time, Space, and Breath
From where Children Bolted
From where Old Men Slept
Poet Young Older
Sat
and Wept.
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