You will never age for me, choice lines
written by some then unknown playwright
or were they sung by Frank Sinatra, Ole Blue Eyes
a fitting parallel in a veiled world of parallels
like how wing nuts brought my father home
the same way it supports your love of art
were I not a man of propriety I should want
to fall in love with those eyes, strip you from the need
of using shyness and polite mystery as brinksmanship
if confessing histories are to be worn as passports
then mine has hundreds of more pages to be stamped, looking first
for a place in the sun adrift from our forced market economy.
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