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May 30
we sat at the base of the hill that rose
darker than childhood behind
us, watching the adults standing supervised
in the courtyard and the sun like
a searchlight lurching from its socket; drawing
out our parallel shadows as it set.
we had the problem of age:
that desire to linger, not needing
even to make a contribution anymore;
just planning to fix things as they broke
and stare at the ground.
and then the children came running,
and how strange it was to be the thing
someone was running to;
how strange it was that they
were alone and we were not.
i have not always lived like this, you know.
but there they were,
the young one wearing a blue coat
nearly falling from a tree as
we walked away.
junipercloud
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