from “Back on Earth”

Brent Cunningham
Thirteen


look out
be well
do that
at least
for whatever
has hap-
pened
Thy no longer
shall glimpse
things great-
er
you
say you
aren’t safe
well, no
you’re not
for-
get your
aims,
your other
loves
no one
can know
what thought
was for
what adva-
ntage
it gave
when time
was young
& speech
a distant
dream
back on earth

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