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Border Line
When I was young anything
was possible. The tire swing a
spaceship ready for lift-off,
the creek a vast ocean.
When I was young Life catapulted
through my mind and carefully
placed curiosity everywhere.
When I am old I will view the
world through wizened eyes:
the tire swing a faded memory,
the creek an innocent haven.
When I am old I will call up Life and tell her my curiosities have not been quenched.
When I am finished writing this
I will walk to the tire, rub its
ribbed surface and pray I still see a spaceship.
When I brush my fingertips against
the trickling surface of the creek
I will reminisce of how it was an
innocent haven.
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