In our twenties
we begin
to dream real
and big
and grand.
The dreams
are beyond us,
past our names
and memories
of a world familiar
and certain,
our city
without walls
without borders
without contours
without trajectories
as you root now
in the vast
land of loves
coming up too soon,
relations springing up
like spring flowers
bursting in colors,
always in full bloom
as our stories needing
defining,
stilling too
like our own storms within
and out.
Out you go into the world,
young man,
and see the promises
of fall and summer
in the city of your mind.
There is the bright
dawn coming up,
its glow the orange
and red of life
made whole by
your loving soul.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili
Torrance, CA
2004
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