When We Grow Younger by Jim MooreFor the two of us, there is some consolation,
Some small morsel of surprise—
A caveat we buttered onto toast
And layered with marmalade into our conversation,
We are not travelers here,
But rather patrons converging on menus,
Remaining only long enough to delight in its elixirs—
Fill our bellies full of youth until we’re on our way.
10/04/2011 Posted on 10/04/2011 Copyright © 2024 Jim Moore
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Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/04/11 at 02:45 PM Youth is wasted on the young? This piece seems to turn that cliche on its ear, and if that's indeed the case, then that's awesome. Actually the piece is awesome no matter what. |
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