The young must hunt for poignancy <br />the bleared eyes of the whore <br />the stickiness of sidewalk blood <br /> <br />We who know have learned to shrug, <br />the broom we take to each day's dust <br />and deposit on the mountain out back <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(2006)<br /><br />Mike Finley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/age-11/
