There is something sudden about young people.
A rapid advance of thought- the quick grasping attention'
the startling innocence of perception-
They say something plainly- a lack of attention
becomes noticed- a slowness offends
my thick stiff mind takes light from each bright
moment and strains to feel summer arrive
a memory of the grass in the hills, the long low branch behind the mustard plants
the sound of the blackbirds and the change in the blueness of the sky
the clouds' absence
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