today
creeps like
molasses on a frozen slope
ice receding at a glacial pace
the ache in my head
steady at the temples
too much coffee
not enough
leaves furl and droop
like dalí’s clocks
everything a standstill
pools and time and memory
—my son—
only the shivering
wind moves things
but not forward
not
today
creeps like
molasses on a frozen slope
ice receding at a glacial pace
the ache in my head
steady at the temples
too much coffee
not enough
leaves furl and droop
like dalí’s clocks
everything a standstill
pools and time and memory
—my son—
only the shivering
wind moves things
but not forward
not
today
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| photo by Michael Kolster |
Stunning photo -- and your words, as always, beautiful and simpatico (with, selfishly, me).
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