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Michael & Marilyn
James Croal Jackson

I am too old
to not be a pilgrim.
I am too old
to not want
to be useful.
Easier
to want to
see the country
like it used to be.
Age allows one to look
for meaning—
and find it.
I still think
I will become
a young man
who lies
in the grass,
crawls out of
the sky
and is caught.

—
James Croal Jackson is a Pittsburgh-based poet who works in film production. He has three chapbooks: Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022) Our Past Leaves (Kelsay Books, 2021), and The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights, 2017). He edits The Mantle Poetry.

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