by Edward Pols

(From Sequence: War's End, World's End)

I was once you; may you still speak in me;
Yet let me not breathe in your young voice words
Found just on the cusp of my seventh age,
But speak in me from your juvenescence:
Make your wide prospect once again my own,
And hide the straitened one I now must bear.

Invocation is reprinted from the late Edward Pols's collection Remembrance of Things to Come (Bowdoin College, 2007). To order a copy of the collection call the Bowdoin Bookstore at 800-524-2225 or
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