soon my love, soon;
today's hours are minutes,
themselves seconds;
almost whole.
some less, some more;
pin-straight;
others tight and coiled.
if borders are man-drawn dashes
and dots, aren't tick-tocks as much
to wall-hung clocks?
Making The Best Of Small Talk
-
under the shade
of the huge
coffeehouse maples,
where the receipts
of what has been
spent so far
flutter round my feet
like the dying
leaves soo...
8 hours ago
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