Once young
The land meant everything
Patches of green and brown
Wild things and half wild critters
Cross our path
As we made our way along
Collecting small mysteries
These the fading signposts of our youth
Now long gone
Today we put in our hours and pay the bills we
accumulate for the things they
say we all cannot live without
The fullness, the fascination, the
life of lives
Gone now, yet
still seekable
Find your compass
Tara Lynn Hawk is the author of poetry chapbooks Rhetorical Wanderlust and The Dead. Her work is forthcoming in Moonchild and has appeared in On This Path We Travel, Anti-Heroin Chic, Occulum, Rasputin, Uut, The Cabinet of Heed, Spelk, Wanton Fuckery, Midnight Lane Gallery, Idle Ink, Spilling Cocoa, Poethead, Social Justice Poetry and more.
Photo: Jackson homestead, White Plains, ca. 1939, by Jack Delano (Library of Congress)
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