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I see

I see

I see darkly, dimly

I’ve been looking so long

through my telescope

from the wrong end

I’m still a child

Seeking a good friend

I’m a child sent to play in the backyard

Swinging on a limb

I’m still young

And full of life

But not carefree

I’m working backwards to the beginning

I’m seeing options

I want none to end.

I’m still a child

Running out of time

Looking through my telescope

Through the wrong end.

THH

5/20/23

Copyright (c) 2023 TH Hardin

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