But I know that for me the gate is shut ...
And I feel that I trespass on hallowed ground,
So I fix my eyes on the stones below,
And I follow the lone path, homeward bound.
ADOLESCENCE
Childlike still, we gaze at fleeting fairy thoughts,
Childlike still, we cast pale shadows in the air—
Civilized imaginations—weakling sparks
That we’ve folded fast in words—and buried there.
Look: A school of doves on silver-frosted wings