you go back knowing you can't
it's written, sad and believed



you stand on a corner
on a corner you sad next to you in knee pants
with all the adventures ahead (where else can they be? )
all the scrapes to be cried over



always wanting to be growing up but there is time
that's been sad too
and now its sound is different enclosing wrist and brain



you go back
touching corners
naming them as they should have been



sad

from Szerbusz,
1974