Why is it
	That "growing"
	Always means
	"Leaving behind"?
	All I want
	Is for all of it
	To be over,
	Dead and gone.
	Not to know,
	Not to see,
	Not to reach,
	Not to be.
	I don't make
	A very good pioneer.

	Summer 1976

© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

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