Once

We were young once

(do you remember?)

and everything was possible,

the world splayed before us

like a blank map

waiting

for our

cartographic inscriptions.

They said use ink.

We used chalk

and it rained later,

great splashy torrents

and the marks

we were supposed to make

washed away.

We were young once.

Now we’re

old forever.

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