3785. MY DELICIOUS YEARS

MY DELICIOUS YEARS
Some semblances of fast things yet haunt me: the
wicker basket at the old club line, the quick, stiletto
kiss while awaiting new judgment. All that was now
so long ago but not forgotten. They can outsource
everything but the mind.
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I still have all those shallow items we left at
Mariner's Cove. You taught me how the city
girls would wrinkle their noses when trouble
was nigh and who to trust with pilfered arms.
I liked all that  -  the rent was cheap, I was
young, and no one had yet really invented law.
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Did you mind those minutes as little as I did?
I always spoke my words in truth, though now  -
only so much later  -  we learn that such things
as truth never really existed for anyone at all.