from this week in 2009 (I was 64)
Jury
Still Out?
When I sat down with
friends fifty years ago
in the little park in the
center of the little town
on its forest green benches
on a late summer night
or in a warm corner booth
of the Itasca Café
while the winter was a
solid presence in the dark outside
and the mood grew serious
as we saw our lives take shape
amid the indecisions doubts
dreams and derisions
it seems to me now (or I am
a fool of old age
or I misperceived the tenor
of the time even then)
the talk would turn to the
change we would impose
(by sheer will of our
massive youthful numbers)
upon the town the state the
nation and the world
The most certain unstated
common assumption
(made less arrogant by our
righteous ignorance)
was that our inclusive
goodness would better the world
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