Future PerfectYears after we marched into the economy with Molière and our cellos ![]() We gather to count sons and daughters that grew from the ripening ova we carried to jazz dance class ![]() to envy the bangled ones— who gulp margaritas, laugh about bargains in Hong Kong ![]() to sip Belgian ale and not think of staplers— thoughts we keep batting like gnats on that resplendent river, ![]() the shining we'd seen as we pondered that fine, looming world to be conquered, bending its way through bright canyons, the river to come |
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