a phrase tried
to take shape
my mouth and
my lips parted
like a dumb man’s
So we beat on
boats against
the current
borne back
Ceaselessly
into the past
and his dream
must have seemed
so close that
he could hardly
fail to grasp it
“thirty,” I said.
“I’m five years
too old to
lie to myself
and call it honor.”
part of a continuing series of "foundku" based upon "The Great Gatsby"
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