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It's the pits, we used to say.
At 15 whatever did we know of pits?
The pits came later.
Tiger-traps dug deep and studded with
poisoned poles,
cleverly disguised to entice
the tiger.
We all risk falling into the pit.
But wait.
What I mean to say is more specific and
(had you guessed this?)
more personal.
You think you know the pits
from years of contemplating those venomed stakes,
years of anticipating pits to come.
Forget it.
When it comes to pits you ain't seen nothin' yet.
When nothing and no one stands
between you and it (the pit)
except what intermittent moxie
you can muster,
when voids and endgames sneak beneath your every barrier,
only then can you say
honestly,
finally,
it's the pits.
Copyright © 2017 Ann Tudor
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