Love Of The Elders (As You Are Young)

By candlelight
we fluttered.
Our shadows sounded
like rain upon the stones
          that made the walls
          in which we held ourselves,
upon the endless stones of other houses
          holding loves of children,
          loves of parents.

Love of the Elders,
sitting on the stones of the city,
eating the bread of yesterday,
smelling the bread of today,
telling a story or two,
to teach you to tell.

Rather than pass them by
on the way to a house
filled with youths,
either love your lover
by the candlelight intently,
fingertip to freckle,
or listen to the Elders.

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