one two three four five six seven

I was at that age.
I think every kid is -
in a sense, differently
- but it's still gee whiz.

I could feel every one
in my mind agree. It
happened only once

and endlessly. Since

then, in-the-moment
has stretched to now.
I never get out.
So far,
so then -
I know it will
end. I do not
know how.

It is just my way, so
it seems to tend, so
I tend it so.
It's like gardening.
It takes constancy,
and one hell of a lot
of spring.