Time Traveler

Dear descendant,

You who will call me ancestor,
Who will look back and wonder
About my speech and clothing,
Who will marvel at my view,
Biases and silly superstitions.
I send you this message,
Bobbing bottle cresting years.

You are right. I know nothing.

Sincerely,

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Full of Life Now”)

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