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An Elder's Face
By Nikolaus Euwer
Some soft
thing that
drifts,
akin to a brother’s or a
sister’s
smiling
face; older, freer,
strong in
grace
and wise beyond your
years.
Breaking willow,
windy forest
path, a summer
storm of
hands.
Built, the
home of fortune,
freedom,
safe in time’s own
sands.
Empty promise, empty
knowledge, tasks of
growing,
still!
You bend and twist toward
sunlight’s
kiss
and wonder where you’ve
been.
When the strength
of knowing