They say they're too young for me
They see right through me
and brush me off with coy excuses
Tearful, I retreat
behind a wall eroded by longing

Race to resemble them -
dress in deceit
disavow insight

Follow them
and I will be revealed -
a hunter quarrying the translucent shadows

At night you will see tears
seep from a ringed star
fixed at the ends of existence

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Hi Saradha   just popping by on our biahdtry to thank you for all the support you’ve given Tuesday Poem over the past two years   the poets and poems you share and your support of the community as whole. Terrific stuff. And Happy Birthday to us. Isn’t the communal poem great? Mary & Claire

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