Back To My Youth

I hitch a ride

with my imagination

that transports me

to long ago—

to floundering Prairie soil

where far from death

I see myself immortal

in perfect skin

without the flaw of age.

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‘Tis here I’m thrust

by nervy winds

that whirl me

past slippery chances

taken,

that bid me trust

my frosty breath,

my bustling heart

to churn eternally.

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Round currents swift

a warmer breeze doth glide me

to romance,

new ideals

and promised spring.

I float from billowing clouds

to puffs of leniency

and bite hard on the gripe

old age can bring.

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©--Christina Cowling