The Fury of Youth

October 7, 2010

By wide, by breaking water breaks --
by the lengths (oh, God, the lengths!)
By deleterious, malicious handfuls
of dirt and ugly earth.
By wide, by wide...

By and by, you should know --
You should know I saw myself
in you.
I could not help but shout it.
And by, and by...

I could not hope to find
even a little ember
for your stalk to hide.
I tried, I tried...

And, oh, the things they'd say:
The trouble is, you know...
We knew, we cried.
Oh, Fortune, we cried.

Isn't it funny how
when the keys belong to you,
you never guard the lock?

The author's comments:
Oh, the fury of youth.

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