Ah! Sixteen this age, ripe and tender,I have my guitar and endless songs on my lips.I aspire Kate, I believe in Bourdain.Little do I know of this dance on the tightrope.I await like the cold dark green henna on a bride’s palmdesiring to set into a deep maroon. Ah! Twenty-five this age, determined and brave,I have my map and endless plans about my trips.I aspire Kate, I believe in Bourdain.I am learning this dance on the tightrope.I roll my dice like a debt-ridden gamblerwanting to welcome a windfall. Ah! Thirty-one this age, knowing and humble,With guitars and maps, songs and plans.I have learnt the secret to the tightrope is to embrace the fall.I aspire to be my own Kate. I believe in my own Bourdain. 20 June 2018

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