I Remember Twenty-five
by Marcel Duclos
–after Wendell Berry’s "Thirty More Years"

I remember twenty-five–
having arrived, I masked myself
a man-a-war. Seaworthy.
What I had not yet proved,
surely I soon would.

Now,
having sailed many a sea,
tossed about, and
beached on uncharted shores,
I've traded for a rowboat,
rest at ease with fragile friends
on a stray stretch of sand
among the shells.



 

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