Poem #38

Nov 13, 20211 min read

38. (5-6-20, Lewiston)

Time goes

Time flows

Time slows the pain blows

Thinking back

Feels a smack

Leaks the eye, inevitable

An older page

Dog-eared and torn

Slightly worn and louder

Than any mem’ries horn

A pleasant sound

So soft

Tears quiet now

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