When I was young, there was abundant time,
The local trees insatiable, the bugs
Bigger than classmates. I remember names
Were things, as permanent as furniture.
Now I am not. Sequoias come and go,
And monuments are jittery. I see
What I have seen. I tell a bug, I knew
Your family. I made a Science Fair.
He is not much impressed, and he is dead
Or playing dead. And April's grass is green.
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