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    [post_content] => When he painted my eyes, he told me
I could use them
to look out at a future age, while
I looked out of the window
at the crowded streets
I was too
‘refined’
to run through when I was young.
He said I could watch the eras
shed their skins,
and I longed to shed mine.

We hung it where
company
could see it.
The years rolled on;
I noticed it more and more
as time creased my face.
I found myself seeing it
while running my fingers
through a hariline that grew
less crowded by the day.
    [post_title] => Running Through Crowds
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => Ross Sutherland says: A really well-executed poem. Carey doesn’t over-write the scene: he lets the themes connect the images. The old creative writing maxim “show, don’t tell” is overused (and actually I think that in some cases ‘telling’ is completely necessary), but Carey here has the balance just right. It’s a really confident and well-conceived piece.
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            [wpcf-poem-award] => Winner, Imagined Lives Challenge 2012
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Running Through Crowds

David Carey

When he painted my eyes, he told me
I could use them
to look out at a future age, while
I looked out of the window
at the crowded streets
I was too
‘refined’
to run through when I was young.
He said I could watch the eras
shed their skins,
and I longed to shed mine.

We hung it where
company
could see it.
The years rolled on;
I noticed it more and more
as time creased my face.
I found myself seeing it
while running my fingers
through a hariline that grew
less crowded by the day.