Over your shoulder turn
to study the past, a story
woven of shadows. Back
there walk the ghosts of
good intention. Now raise
your head to the far future,
a blur of hope and fear.
Out there walk monsters
of imagination. But here,
before you, you can love
this tiny arena of pretty soon
where with hands and heart
we may practice kinship.
--Kim Stafford
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