When I Was Young the Silk


When I was young the silk
Of my mind
Hard as a peony head
Unfurled
And wind bloomed the parachute:

The air-head tugged me
Up,
Tore my roots loose and drove
High, so high

I want to touch down now
And taste the ground
I want to take in
My silk
And ask where I am
Before it is too late to know


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When I Was Young the Silk