I know the earth.
You know this. You have watched me–
for a quarter century.
I do not know the sky.
We have watched it together–
for nearly a half-century.
What we have is between heaven and earth.
Will we watch this union–
perfect sung notes, self-blinded heartbeats–
into the next half-century?
I will seek the heavens;
Build wings with dreams and doubt–
pages of a thousand poems, tears of an unexpected parting–
and find my place under the sun.
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