Thursday, September 1, 2016


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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