September 28, 2017

Stolid, really?

Or was it yesterday
that the blue Chevy raced by the house
full of laughing and funny noises
and I sat with thoughts, interrupted for sure, but somehow trivialized by the sheer,
apparant fun of exuberance . . .
how can one grow so stolid at such an early age?
or was I as ageless as I imagined . . .

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