adulthood
arriving not at a date
eighteen a superfluous number
good for laws and contracts
but telling nothing of the world ways
where maturity is measured
in a strange algebra
of education, experience, and hardship
and instead of a turning point
there is a gradual shift
until I realize
sipping pinot one late night
that we are equals
in your eyes as well as mine
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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