When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head
unfurled
and wind bloomed the parachute:
The air-head tugged me
up,
tore my roots loose and drove
high, so high
I want to touch down now
and taste the ground
I want to take in
my silk
and ask where I am
before it is too late to know
When I Was Young The Silk
Archie Randolph Ammons
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Poem topics: wind, young, mind, hard, touch, taste, head, high, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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