Rusting Lock

Posted on October 2, 2012 by Gene Stewart

I am not, cannot be
Shiny child remembered,
Child smarter, faster, sharper.
I am what is left.
Not dregs, not residue;
More uneroded stone,
Exposed core,
A scrimshaw ego.
Child is gone but lingers.
I am lingering but gone.

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About Gene Stewart

Born 7 Feb 1958 Altoona, PA, USA Married 1980 Three sons, grown Have lived in Japan, Germany, all over US Currently in Nebraska I write, paint, play guitar Read widely Wide taste in music, movies Wide range of interests Hate god yap Humanist, Rationalist, Fortean Love the eerie
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