The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 22 / Phillip Neal Tippin
As the older brother
It is my responsibility
To grow older.
Until I write it
I can’t think past it.
I’ll wake and bathe in the air of the lake—
The lilies fuming in its break
Days filtered through age.
Grow a wizened trove,
More substance, less reference.
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