The World Turned Back ‘Round

The world turned back ’round
and said, “You’ve suffered long enough, old man.”

May I say that I love you?
The words vault, skitter, and chase
each other like butterflies,
and seep out of me,
out of every pore.

I may say them,
if I say them unashamed,
and with earnest heart.

Ah me … you, this strange, singular life.
To love and be astonished by it.


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