ebbortz

Monday, January 04, 2016

time

is a highway
of interrupted dreams
though you think they
can be cupped
in your hand
saved for another day
released
to a perfect midnight sky
each memory
still intact
or made whole
filling in each crack
is what you do
your work comes
then leaves
nothing is compromised
nor traded

--- e b bortz
 

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