I like the title. 'Thirty Summers Left,' as in left behind; or thirty summers left, as in remaining. Fits well with the trilogy nomenclature, "growing younger"; the dichotomy of growing older and staying younger. Thirtysomething....very nice middle either way it is served. ~~ Diana
I love the three prints of one's hand in the mud as a allegory of a life span, and the fact that the prints were made in the mud rather than the sand also is telling. Short poem, full of meaning.
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A perfect reflection to the point with room for all your readers to add their own images.
Budd
ah yes, the nub of it, the cycle
we can't resist and can't afford to...
i like this kernel reflection, Odin,
it hits home true
john