Once

Once I wrote a poem
that sounded like the world
I want to live.

Once I felt the wind
between the clouds careening
and knew I was at home.

Once I had a moment
beneath the autumn/apple trees
when I knew creation was a circus

and God and I were brothers.
Once I sipped my life
as it bubbled over.

Now I only know the lingering taste.

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