Until all the etceteras
you are living alone this year
years are different
you are no longer silent when alone
alone is different
the years show life
to be peculiar
in learning of
age
love
wisdom
fault
strength
danger
guilt
etc
until all the etceteras form a neat line
on your way out
having had a gutful
of etceteras
you may notice
the simple play
of light on water
the harbours of it
the accident of it
and hold it
in your memory
as for a time
it will hold you
within its personal reflection
when time is different
when faces have changed
when
memories are held in the white mind
like ships in sand
with their treasure
and their slick intact.
John Fitzpatrick. 15 years old.
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