If Only

If only one could engineer a bit
of self-esteem for complicated youth.
It’s like a magic feather, amulet,
or token from a fortune-teller’s booth,
encouraging all flights appropriate.
I’d lend the recipe, but here’s the truth –
you’d better try to open, to achieve
the grace that might await, if you’ll receive.

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