these fancies of another time might
have occurred to me old-fashioned
even at a time when they were new
my own world now past based upon
the recent past of my own childhood
no one lives in the present unless you
forget you can't go on deciding which
of the duties is yours which inherited
obligation of continuity this is not real
until the past is laid definitely to rest
if its roots are cut the tree will slowly
die losing limbs its shape drastically
altered contorted struggling for light
leafed out again casting spotted shade
in another season of feeding squirrels
Monday, June 29, 2015
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