Upon Realizing the World Hasn’t Gone Anywhere

Editor back-issues, poetry

Old trees in the winter are like wizardsclean shaven or white beards hanging,you can see the 60s and 70s in them,not far off at all, right there even,if you look closely.  You could even seeother decades that you wish you lived in,like the, 40s? I don’t know, I don’t look forthe 40s when I look, but these trees are the ones,…

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