Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Forest That Time Could Not Forget

If I could stroll through that forest
I would always know the correct time.
It would be late in the day in the middle
of my life.  I would be writing and thinking.
Thinking and writing.  I wouldn't have to look
around for someone with a watch or for a clock
or a heart by the station the town the bank.
Or do they really are they just pretending
with their ticking with their thumping?

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