Thursday, September 1, 2016

FOR AESRED



Oh, my heart was tall then!
It peered over rooftops,
Stepped lightly over rivers
(Well, let us be truthful and say
Not rivers but wide streams.)
I was not wise, not wary;
My heart is small now
And fears many things.
Miracles grown old come to me
Pleading to be undone.

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