step in to the circle if
more than once or twice
I am not digging deep
I am not sixteen anymore,
and amidst all these sixteen year olds
I can't decide if I lament that.
What I'm feeling is not nostalgia,
but the certainty of time not moving back.
I stood on this basketball court and ate cereal before.
how deep does my owing of that past learning go?
how much do I owe this place and how much can I push it?
When do I push on forward and when do I push back in?
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