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POEM: The Age I Am Now

The Age I Am Now

It’s the nickname for people who rushed west
in search of gold but really fleeing
from the horror that all the days to come
would be like all the days behind,
hoping instead that the rivers ran with possibility
that could be dragged glittering into the sun.

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3 April 2023
Charlottesville VA

Published in Haiku My poems NaPoWriMo2023 Poetry

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