To the Loss of Youth
It went
with my mind
It went
with my method
It went
before I had it,
like the cold air
smoking through fingertips.
Frozen lines
case tumours deflation.
All this time, with nothing to do
but give
and get given.
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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