The shadow of my youth
Dances on the walls of this poorly lit shell
His lithe form
A terrible joy
Tempts me to join
Teases with lips it can not form
To coax words it can not carry
Leading me to places I can not go
Telling me I was never so young as I thought I was

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Image by Mark Grafton

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J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff