by Marel
My dear
Youthful
Cheerleader,
Exuberant,
Full of words
And patterned motions,
Encouraging me
To play the game.
Where are you now?
I have not seen you
For years and years.
Is that you I glimpse,
Older,
Wiser,
Asleep beneath your warm sombrero?
How long will you spend
Dreaming up my new life?
Wake up!!
I don’t have
Much time.
Be quick.
Be sure.
Be nice.
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