Poem 73 Revised

Thirteen with a globe and a sense of entitlement
topographer spins the ball backwards to see the blur
I want to tell her: invest, take the thick prick of your finger
and be brave. Halt the sphere, begin your life here.
 
But she won’t and neither would I. When I look backwards
at the thirteen-year-old fool fumbling with her atlas
I know it must be so. We are rabbits with pain bucket toes,
so lucky to be young, so young indeed.
—ECW

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Poem 73

I wish I could tell the girl of thirteen looking strangely like me
that the world turns on her finger and all she must do is want to spin it,
before that ache sets in for the whole of it to spin on its own,
I want to tell her: invest, take the thick prick of your finger and be brave.

But she won’t and neither would I. And so it goes that one president; the un-
nertia of the predictable. Give me a line and I’ll bend it; cannot convince
ourselves to crack old habits. We are rabbits with candy colored feet.
So lucky to be young, so young indeed.
–ECW

 

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