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I Was Fourteen
September 4, 2016
I walked along the left side of the path.
With Tuesday’s glowing sky.
I was fourteen.
I came to a ribbon of deep wooden bridge.
White water combing it’s silky hair.
I was fourteen.
I looked at the sinking belly of sun.
Then I glanced behind the path laden with gold.
I was fourteen.
But I would save gold for a darker sight.
Today I would follow the path a head.
I was fourteen.
© Dan B., Papillion, NE
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