Big world when I was very young.
The shopping aisles a mile long . . .
Our lawn, though anything but wide,
Unfolding like a countryside . . .
The sky! A giant, far away.
(As if it's not the same today.)

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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 25 Number 7, on page 29
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