Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Thoughts of an evening

folding in darkness
like a blanket on a bed

time is a juggernaut
moving through my head

expanding in a moment
into another hour

asking a leaf
to change to a flower

passing a fancy
for a bird on the wing

turning a wall
to a towering thing

topping a hill
at the edge of the sun

a race with tomorrow
can never be won

1990

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