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We Who Know Cannot Return
I smelled sunshine
that last time,
the first time,
this time.
Always and forever cloaked in aged twine.
Never did I understand
that gentle reprimand,
how age’s sweet kiss
turned from youth and bliss.
One by one in turn I saw
in visage so raw
how stairs became steep;
my youth I prayed to keep.
And beyond those ruby fields
were iron eyes steeled,
impugned by what I had sought,
in terror of things wrought.
Up and up into the sky,
into then whatever might lie,
concealed,
beyond those ruby fields.
Poems by Sam 