October 11, 2001 (I was 56)
for
Lauren
The problem is I know where
the years went.
In my better moments, I
know some were misspent.
I see how often my focus
was lost.
I know how much each word has
cost,
too many times, when the
story is told
of how my heat left others
cold.
In my solitary
contemplation of shade and sun
I’ve left a trail of
communal work undone.
Yet at this time of new
worldly strife
I watch you march with
transcendent grace
as you maneuver into your
life
striding to don an
independent face.
So I believe the future of
your land
will be written in a more
confident hand.
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