Walking, hand in hand
along long strange avenues
of hope,
rounding each turn with fear,
walking
where the wolves of memory
are salivating in the past.
Do not wait, go fast beyond that time,
beyond the turn,
beyond a childish vision of minutiae.
Walk with me and trust
that last strange turn, the future.
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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